She sees the dot of a flame clinging to the tip of a wick.
She falls and stumbles toward the light.
She hits the floor her face get ground into the gravel.
She crawls reaching toward the light.
Grasping at the flame.
It's her freedom
The light that is missing from her cell.
That she is locked into, in the dark.
Then it is blown out with the blink of her eye.
And she is left in the dark again
With just her sorrow which is the darkness
Which surrounds her every second of everyday
The inescapable shadow.
But to everyones she look fine, covered in light.
Really inside she sucks the light in like a black hole
not even light can escape
She is like a walk black hole.
