Her Secret

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She radiates joy. Joy

sizzles and pops around her,

a force field of Sun in

miniature, multiplied –

reflected off a thankful

heart; its power persists

in shadows, transcends

rainy days, stands true

through fog and storm

and cloud and clear skies

alike. Her secret?

She spends time in the Light…

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Planting Emeralds

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While winter wailed and bared his teeth,

you withdrew into your shell;

now, the tears that leaked beneath

the earth have come to serve you well.

Each precious seed, an emerald gem,

plants true beauty in your soul;

as they grow, they stitch a hem

of radiance to make you whole.

She Had No Idea

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She had no idea she had it in her.

There was no way to measure

colour,

texture,

quality of light

until

she had been frozen,

burned,

eviscerated,

undone.

Now,

on shivering legs,

she takes her first tentative steps

into a newly forged reality.

She will fall, yes.

She will fail

and hurt

and fumble

but

she will be falling on her own terms,

failing and hurting and fumbling

on turf of her own choosing.

The knowledge

draws hues from

secret source within –

an iridescent radiance,

a glow glazed in the suffering place,

a fountain tapping into

the Deep,

and she oozes

hope…