To seek the light was how they’d taught. Hid from the dark these maker’s marks. They wouldn’t look for fear of sight. To know thyself was quite a fright. We hold inside those two extremes of darkest dark and lightest gleam. Her vanta-black, that rainbow bright, she’d hold them both with all her might. A sadness borne into her chest would make her stronger than the rest. They’d try to kill her—all the fools who thought the game played by the rules. To win was not a one’s to hold; that tale told would be too bold. All could reach to hold stars. There’d be a time though it not ours. It led to seek with all her heart and be quite brave back at the start. Now holding all within her chest—inside her gut beside the rest. There wouldn’t be a fear to see except the wait to be set free.
