Written for the Poetry Craze forum; I'm not much of a poet, so any constructive criticism is welcome. Canon-compliant; title comes from a lyric from the musical Hamilton of which I do not own.
In Mako's heart of hearts - - -
the depths of which she doesn't know how to explore-
she knows there is no wrong way to grieve
and yet...
The tears don't flow for the lives lost
Because there's a fear - - -
unrealistic in its tangible reality,
painful in its aching agony - - -
The tears dripping down her face
won't ever be enough to remember
the deaths that still haunt Mako's nightmares,
seared behind her eyes with white-hot intensity, forever ingrained in the holes within her body left behind
by the Kaiju attacks.
Her heart won't stop palpitating, reminding her of the world before death and destruction and - - -
Mako gulps,
because it's hit her:
There is no one left that shares her blood,
and then-could you even imagine?
The axis shifted!
- - - and even her imagination, once a respite full of comforting glory,
all the colors saturated and all found in the rainbow,
can't seem to unfurl its fingers,
clinging unfairly to a memory Mako deserves to forget.
Stacker Pentecost's towering frame
becomes a welcoming anchor,
reminding her of the earth below
and the sky above.
The steady boom of his voice steadies Mako: he is the family
she knows she deserves;
her childhood hasn't
evaporated entirely.