Her head high and her standards higher.
She locks her heart when they inquire
fearing it can’t handle a spark;
avoiding heartbreak leaves no mark.

Play it safe, she tells herself,
fairy tales are for the shelf.
Thoughts keep her awake at night;
they always end in fight or flight.

Her heart sits on a short fuse;
has more to give and more to lose.
A game of chance, bravery, and hope;
the risk too high, no time to mope

with goals and dreams as big as hers.
The life she chose; what she prefers.
‘Till someone can hold her just right,
she’ll walk alone, no end in sight.