Barely Functioning

She wore the heels, she wore the blue,
She even let a bird sit through.
She stood up tall, she looked the part,
A masterpiece, from waist to heart.
But somewhere between the morning light,
And all the things she had to fight,
Her top half said, “I cannot go.”
And simply let the whole world know.
So there she lay on the cool green grass,
Watching the clouds and the minutes pass.
Her halo glowing, soft and gold,
Too tired to shine, too proud to fold.
The bird up top still held its post,
Loyal to the one who needed it most.
The red heels stood without a care,
As if to say, “We are still there.”
Half of her dressed for the grandest of days,
Half of her lost in a soft sleepy haze.
And that is okay, oh, that is just fine,
Even the stars need a rest when they shine.
For barely functioning still means you tried,
Still means you showed up, still means you survived.
The halo does not fall because you lay down
Sometimes the bravest thing is, touching the ground.

Barely functioning, but still absolutely iconic.

Object number

027.04.04