she pushed & pulled her way through the shadows. 

with each move forward , she reached for a glimpse of light. 

with each move forward , the dark pressed on. 

steady reaching , moving. 

her chest felt heavy as she realized there was no end for her. 

there was no light , only more shadows. 

the shadows crept in the background , yet seemed to laugh in her face. 

it was as if their job was to trap her in the darkness with them. 

the air got heavier , the world spun slower. 

she couldn’t do anything other than nothing at all. 

the shadows kept on their charade. they held her close. she accepted them - she accepted the dark. 

 

. . . 

 

she felt pity for the dark for always being so filled of gloom. 

she remembered times when she didn’t feel pity for herself. 

her will was deteriorating , but the fight within her was still there. 

steady reaching , moving , she pushed & pulled her way through the shadows. 

darkness tried its hardest to defeat her , but a woman on fire creates her own light. 

a woman on fire isn’t worth the fight.