As the hour fell, the light streamed in through the crack in the wall
Almost brilliant, but the crack leaving a tale untold.
Her eyes searched in hunger, her soul craving for the shadows that haunt.
Together, her broken self, she tied it with what life gave,
And what life gave, life took.
No consistency rewarded, not for the sake of hope.
The dreams she saw, the joy she wished,
Her darkest nights were when she knew the light no more,
Within the darkness, she dissolved,
Until she felt she was nothing but the starkness of truth.
And it hurt her inside, like the fire she once put out
Back again, to ravage her whole.
As the flames burned, like hell within,
There came a point when she no longer began to feel the pain.
That moment she felt that this fire was her joy, she reveled with madness,
Unsure of why.
She touched her face with the tip of a sword,
She held it down and wrote her life in bold.
After everything,
After the darkness and the truth,
After the fire and the rainstorm,
She walked out mightier,
She was strong.