She is the one illuminating the cave with her startling light.
She is the one who is ferociously kind.
She is the one treading softly through a concrete landscape,
avoiding the cracks so she doesn’t slip through;
head held high, eyes up, to stare down predators.
She is the one snarling at the yammering jungle
that dares try to swamp her voice.
She is the one attacking only to protect,
hunting the vulnerable to offer them shelter.
She is the one dancing on the point of a knife,
yet making it look like a petal.
She is the one gulping starlight from the bottom of a well,
swallowing fear and feathers to feel what it is to fly.
She is the one howling at the moon
for each injustice carved into the cosmos.
She is the one building the dam
only to rip it down
and flood the universe with love.
