Her

She was like an old braid,
Weak at the edges
but still holding strong.

She was like the water in a well,
Trapped and alone,
But saving strangers.

She was like the autumn,
Making trees go bald,
Being the bad guy,
So that spring could swoop in,
And show its magic.

She was the ice age,
Killing everything,
To bring forth evolution.

She was the air in space
Keeping you alive,
Self depleting.

She was the light
at the end of the tunnel,
Pushing you to move on.

She was the reason you are alive.​