She is grateful for the moments she’s most present.
Plagued by nightmares.
Lost in daydreams.
It is when she remembers who she is that the light is able to kiss the seeds of hope starting to blossom from her chest.
On these days she is a safe haven for the little girl still crying in her mother’s graveyard.
She is grateful for a moment,
she shows up for herself.
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