A Distance to change a story

In a city where the skyline meets the stars, A first daughter walks alone, nursing hidden scars, With dreams stitched together, threadbare and bright, She leaves her family behind, chasing shadows and light. The morning sun greets her, but the warmth feels cold, For every brave step forward, the past clings like mold. Her family’s laughter echoes, a soft, haunting sound, In the quiet of her evenings, it’s a comfort she’s found. She fights her battles daily, a warrior at heart, Each triumph a victory, each setback a part Of the story she’s writing, with ink that runs deep, Through sleepless nights of longing, where sorrow often creeps. An ocean of distance, yet still she can feel, The tug of home’s memory, the love that is real. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, But in the solitude, it’s the absence she ponders. Tears stain her pillows; they fall like the rain, For every lonely moment, she carries the pain. But strength is her armor, resilience her guide, With every battle fought, there’s a piece of her pride. She forges her path, under heavy skies, In the heart of the storm, she learns to arise. To change the old story...