She was almost there.
The core of her was almost
But perhaps not quite. Viable.
It took so much of her. To form. To build.
To sift the valued from the wreckage.
From the hurt.
That there was little left.
Nonetheless it was still in there.
For the rain.
For the sunlight.
For the nourishment.
For what had already sprouted and was on its way
To the life
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Viable in 82 words.