A novaturient...

From ruins of herself, she rose.

Made of empty promises, was her empire

Around a fence with invisible barbed wire

And, to stay away, she chose.

Surrounded by walls that greeted the sky,

High, a thousand foot drop
impossible to climb atop
unreachable; even if they try

Words of silence, she composed

And sang melodies no one can hear
She planted courage, buried fear
and harvested strength, as a crop

Of broken pieces, she built a shield
and became her own empress
her universe put on a brand new dress
and each cell in her was healed.