Light

She walks in rooms where silence hides it face, Not loud, but warm-a hush, a golden thread. She touches cracks that time cannot Lace, And brings back truths that long ago were dead. She melts the ices that wraps around the Insides, And stands where fear and shadow still reside. A flicker dressed in silver–soft she Greets, No sword, no Storm , just bare and steady beats. She doesn't run, she doesn't Harbor pride– She only stays to Tell what pain denied. ~hira~