Learning to breathe in a place without air
Where danger to them was for the best.
A forgotten childhood coping method
Dealing with the stress

A way to move, and a way to touch
A way of simply being
A friendship strengthened, a clicking silenced
By a small fiddly thing

Stress of many, pushed down to one
And all of the work too
One mechanic struggling to keep up
Mercifully becomes two

A crying child, not even of age
Dealing with emotions too big
A careful rip, and a simple fold
Reminding her to live

A troubled man, with tapered memories
A father in all but name
Allows himself to be helped
No longer scared or ashamed

A beautiful warrior, a daring princess
Struggling with echoes of the past
A simple pastime, bringing joy and a few tears
Happy and peaceful at last

An angry face, a sad child
His life ruled by anger and pride
Allows himself to let go
A friend by his side

A ragtag group, becomes family
Facing life's torments together
And although they were in the depths of space
The stars were made of paper.