She is a blazing figure
Shining forth in the dark.

Yet if you gaze close enough
It seems the darkest of the night
Hangs closest ’round her.

This brilliant picture is masked, in truth
By her shield of dark adversity.
She weaves her tales of sorrow
’Round about herself,
Trying to keep out
More sorrow.

Sadly though, it seems her armor
Of pain, also reflects away
The light of other bright faces.

Someday, perhaps her shield will crack,
And let in the light of another.

And push the dark past she hides behind
Truly
Behind her.

10-18-95