There are people in everyones life that mean the world to them. They exist to nurture, to love and to comfort.
They are a friend, a mother, a daughter, a relative.
This person is loved. This person is precious. This person is broken. She has stumbled and gotten up. She has fallen completely and returned to her noble stance.
She is your sister, your cousin, your daughter, your mother. She is strong. She is resilient. She will go on.
It will not beat her. It will not destroy her. It will not envelope her. It will rest over her and will turn to dew on her skin.
She will wipe it away. She no longer fears it. She embraces it. It settles over her. Like a fog.
If she can accept it, so can those who love her.