Masked Sunshine

So falls the rain, and with it, she casts away those heavy emotions, letting them fall from her like a spectacular molting, a mysterious unveiling of all that was and will be as water and sparks seep into the earth. She watches in awe, faces the sky and rain and finds herself dancing like she never has before.

The girl will rise from the ashes as the phoenix of old once did. Though bathed in the moments of sorrow and coated by the outpouring of the heavens, a light still burns inside. That light is the power to defy the chaos of life, to dance to the song of the storms. For every star in this world is forged from an inner chaos,

and in letting go she has embraced that chaos. She wonders where all the light has come from, and in this second of esctasy and euphoria she realizes it is herself. A single flame in the darkness. And then she realizes that's indeed all it is and comes crashing down from the stars. It's dark around her and she is the only one, and to glow is not enough because she is so completely, utterly alone. But then...could it be? Another light flickers from far off in the distance.

The girl may wander in the dark, alone for a time. Many others have traveled this route, it is a part of life. The darkness envelopes and consumes, but the girl will find a way out. She will learn not to believe in others who believe in her. She will learn not to believe herself for other peoples' sake. She will believe in herself for herself. She will always have the lights that shine off the trees in the near distance, that beckon a new day and a new way,

and she will be the sunshine as she has been before and always will be.

(Half the glory must be given to fellow writer and dreamer Steve Sonnier
while the piece itself must be dedicated to my dear sister muse)