She was floating in the shadows, the otherness.
Wondering and wandering,
as her footsteps bled poetry across the earth...
Unearthing all that she always was before she had forgotten.
Her cries a song of sinner and saint
as she felt the edge of cliffs crumbling under foot.
She cast stones all around
and only found peace when she found the courage to look herself in the eyes.
She was buried until I breathed her back to life
with the flames of the sun.
She and I,
we are the same.
Natasha Mandel (written : January 29th, 2016)