She rises as the sun, the skies of her mind overcast with fears with doubts, with if only’s and never can be’s. She looks in the mirror and sees only dark, only what she would if she could, only the dark side of her moon. Her clouds cry and feed her insecurity. I look at her and feel pity. I think how can someone so pretty be so very sad. Look at her how can she not see her own beauty? Don’t you know your smile makes flowers grow? That your presence warms a space as it’s filled with your light, you think yourself dim but in reality you put the sun to shame. You are the sun as it peaks over the horizon spearing the black with color ad light and warmth and hope. You are its wind as you spread your love to others lifting them up and warming their hearts. You are one of billions that God has called by name, yet you think of yourself as a candle flame. Even when your gone your aura ribbons in our skies lighting auroras in our chests that flutter like butterflies. Beauty and elegance live even in your storms. In the sadness that haunts you. The lighting in your eyes and the thunder in your determination shake the earth. Innocence is put to rest in your sunset, this is your love, full of color and life of peaceful splendor. We are in awe of your beauty, wherever you go it’s brighter because you’re there. You are light you are warmth you are love you are beauty you are strength you are kindness you are courage. You are hope.. You are the sun and all this lies just beyond your dark clouds, behind your regrets and pain behind your fears and disappointments behind your loss. I know at times its hard to see anything through darkness that thick but even if you can’t see your sun today… you will always rise again tomorrow.