It was a trying time. The system in which we had lived for so long, was toppling. Slowly but surely, everything that had been neatly stacked into rows and columns of undeniable truths, was falling apart. The people at the top were resisting, of course. Who wouldn’t want their golden throne to remain standing, if …
I am more than my scars. I am more than my suffering. I have laughter, and giggles, and deep thoughts and dreams. My skin tingles with life, and gifts springing forth.
And my darkness was safety, because they know me there. But if I dare
To go beyond the edge of what I know
If I dare to dip my toes into the light
I might not shrivel up
I might not be booed away
I might not sizzle in the heat