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She's born again, but she carries her past with her everywhere she goes.

It's easy to hide these uprisen scars at night. Everything looks grey in the dark.

But the light has a way of shining down and revealing the most delicate imperfections.

And what was once a well kept secret is now slowly being uncovered to a rigid crowd.

They know that her scars tell a story.

They know it's hard to heal someone that has been so deeply wounded.

They know she's delicate.

I know they are afraid.



And she so desperately wants to hide in the dark, but she knows that the light is the only thing that can heal her.

But isn't it scary how it's so revealing?



She's used to wandering around during the midnight hour when everyone is asleep.

But somehow she stumbled into the morning.

The light had stimulated her awakening.

She's been told to never look back. Never shut your eyes and turn the other way.

Let the light be your guide.

She is like a newborn that has just feasted it's eyes upon the hospital room.

Surrounded by unfamiliar people, but the only thing that it can focus on is the light.

Because for the first time in it's existence it has opened it's eyes.



Though the first steps bring failure, by stumbling she will only be taught how to walk upright.

And with each new step, she is walking in a new direction that leads to the open doors of hope.

She has been a child of two worlds, but there is beauty in letting go.

Besides, there's nothing to look back to.

Even if you open your eyes wide on a dark path, you still can't find your way without the light.