She’s from the Earth

Where life and death are very old companions

Perpetually in a push-pull conversation

Where death is constantly on the run

Trying to hold her captive

Nonetheless, she’s got that fierce kind of vibe

The salt in her wounds doesn’t trouble her anymore

Away with those dusty ashes

They’re buried whole in her box of memories

She’s not afraid anymore

An unflinching magnet for the light

Confidently standing before these enormous mountains

Feeling limitless and free

For solitude is her fuel for life

And her ticket to a world of authenticity.