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Despite the wind
carving her face raw,
she bends to the sky

and knows
the moon will rise again
so she can tear herself
from her shadow.

Despite the climb
blocking her path,
she breathes in the cool air

and picks herself
up
again and
again.

Despite the haunts
behind her shoulders
clutching her throat,

she breaks down and
cries and screams and
keeps living.

Despite the darkness
that follows her
around

she takes another step,
another
she knows
there’s a light
in the hallway.