Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
Asking for what she needs
Feels foreign
Like a star whose light she can barely see
And whose surface she can never hope to touch
Yet she reaches anyway
For her whole life depends
On the light longing to shine
From the depths of her being
Her story is hers
And hers alone
No apology deep enough
Can undo her power
No dimming of its flame
Will make her disappear
Her light, a beacon
Guiding her own path
Through the solemn night
To fight for her humanity
Is like paying to breathe
Resources run out eventually
And then she’s left only with an ache
That can’t be quenched
By being right
Or perfect
Her life, broken open
The writing’s on the wall
She stops to take a breath
This step, it means everything
A world beyond her imagination
Her future in her own hands
An opportunity to smile
While rain is drowning out
The sun
And all her preconceived ideas
Of how it is to be in the world
Her mind full
Her heart broken open
Resistance to her truth
Like a virus
Confines her to dreaming
In a box without windows
When she could be growing flowers
In a garden with no end