Memory?

She is scared to move even an inch.
Scared that everything might come crashing down.
She could never handle that, not again.
If she moved, even an inch she wouldn't know
What is to come.
Where she would go.
Who she would become.
But standing here, holding her world together
Is slowly killing her.
Realizing that the one thing that has kept her together
Could possibly be the one thing tearing her apart.
Has she waited all these years for nothing?
Are you going to be just another memory?