Probably something without a title.

She fell in love the old fashioned way, with ideas that were rare,
She fell in love with permanence, hoping for a time she lived without fear.
A heavy heart helped her in the end, to see the light in the night sky,
With her pen as an only friend, she stood up and let her tears dry.
Feeling like the sun during a storm, she tried to keep up her momentum,
when the clouds cleared for a dawn, all that was visible was a phantom.
Now all she does is be alone and stop her mind from denying reality,
When strength comes from sources unknown,
It boosted her to move ahead to actuality.