Her emotions were wearing down with the weight of the burden of her despairs.
A possibility of beauty beyond this world.
A possibility beyond the woman she thought she was.
She was more than the hurt and the struggle.
She was more than the boulders and the tears.
She was more than the widow and the mother.
She was more than this path she had fallen on to.
She was more than weight of adversity and of her story.
She saw beyond her physical frame.
The essence that danced and played within the cage she had created.
The spark of love she had desperately attempted to fan out and deny.
That spark of life itself.