Her words ignited a radiance that I never knew.
A warm, familiar radiance I’ve somehow never felt before.
Tears from her eyes caused by her strife dampened my hands like raindrops onto my clenched fists as I stammered while
trying to comprehend the degree of disparity her childhood self could never escape:
An endless cycle of painful prejudices,
slanders based on stereotypes stoned her as body images stole her true-self away like phantom cancer,
gossip girls slanging lies in exchange for ‘likes’ and ‘hearts for eyes’,
clueless of the heartache they elicited unto her:
Countless questions regarding her painful existence
To which I wish I could have given a worthy answer.
Her deposition left me barren like a starless night,
But if it’s any consolation,
Her realization of these unnecessary facades
was the light I’ve sought to connect the constellations
of her splendor and see the hidden pictures of her universe
I had failed to see.
'It should have been me.'
Her radiance enveloped me
with a warmth that blanketed my shivering body
with light that sunbathed a special garden in my mind where flowers in the darkest places have always desired to grow,
with her voice that sang to me in a resplendent tone that could make harmonies jealous
with the flavor of a whiskey aged through lifetimes of history I craved to learn
That day, she gave me her words that ignited a radiance that I never knew,
A warm, familiar radiance I’m slowly remembering;
I will never forget