When she saw the light,
something in her cells
got charged. Turned on.
Illuminated. And she
knows now that fragility
and brilliance hold hands
in dark places, Â a
collision course with
gloom that can eclipse
even her pain, obscure even
the Shadowlands. Her
smile says it all; I am
alive, I am conqueror,
I am free. Somewhere
in the darkness, a match
strikes against a flint
as black as pitch –
ignition.

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