Perhaps you’ve forgotten my name,
so I will remind you.

I am Sara, lover of words
and handmaiden of hope.

I stand by the shore,
beaming out a thousand watts
toward passing ships.

I have danced with grief
and lived to tell the tale.

I marched into battle
and slayed a dragon
with 50,000 words.

In the aftermath, I have stood in silence
in the the shadow of old growth giants
and marveled at all the peace
where my demons used to be.

I may look small,
but my roots plunge deep and wide.
I take up space.
And with my space, I rest in peace.