she is
bright

a daughter meant to be a sun,
ready to light up every face her gaze meets.
she fights with shadows. she will never let them rest, keeps them moving, cowering.
glowing -- her eyes pierce through air, her hair curls, wisps around her face as a frame for a great piece of art, her hands flicker when she talks.

whatever she sees, she conquers. this does not always bring her joy.
but joyful she is. her cheeks are warm and radiant, bundling up at the sides of her face to make way for her smile.

her heart glows.
from it, her mouth speaks.
her voice is molten lava: it melts and it oozes and sparks around the edges.
she laughs like bright, yellow paint being spread across a canvas.

she is nothing short than beautiful, but
Lord help me
i am icarus