When I arrive she is fire threatening to go out.
Embers pulsing in dark.
Dark is close to consuming her.
I bring all the kindling I can carry.
All the laughter, hope, persistence and fucking fight.
I will not give up on her nor will I let her give up on herself.
She is mighty like a wildfire but has had the forest taken from beneath her.
The twigs that remain have turned to ash and ember.
Carefully layered to catch each story, lesson, joke.
Slowly she begins to burn again.
A warm hearth, I hope she can manage to keep alive on her own.
I leave her with the rest and hope I've taught her well.
I fear someone will rob her of this hope, the way they robbed her of childhood.
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