On the morning of the day
her other self died
the sun shone a little brighter
and she became alive.
During the night of the day
when time turned creation
she knelt beneath the stars
and cried her appreciation.
Upon the dawning of the next day
she vowed with intention
that no one would suppress her spark,
not any day, not ever again.
©June 2024
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