She moves in darkness.

Through the tangled forest of despair

and the dark night of the soul.

Witness and companion

to all that hides in the shadow.

Reaching out a hand to all

that has been ignored, repressed, suppressed,

or otherwise held at bay.

“Come forth my frightened ones

and those made to feel ashamed,

for here you will find love.”

A gentle touch

with kindness in her eyes.

She who was once hard

made soft in the depths of her own despair.

Guide in the darkness,

for she now knows the way.

“It’s not by light

that one finds their way in the dark

but by becoming one with its depths.”