In Goddess We Trust

She knew by now that she was special.

Not special in the way that if her and another were looking in the mirror that she would see herself as prettier. Not special in the way that people called out her name in a crowded room. She was not the Seen kind of special, it was not a noticeable light. This light was unseen, unable to be stored into a picture frame or a single smile. She had the kind of light that burned long after the candle was supposed to go out, the pure love of those who only sought out kindness would somehow seek out her. She was not a thing that could be help but the strength in an arm, in a hand, to keep holding on. She was the courage to die, in a world of people afraid to live. She was there with you today, when you woke up. And she is with you now.