As she sat     in an amber lit room
her memories slipped into a realm
one has tried to erase- wipe clean. 
Such recollecting    can make her magic appear jagged- unfriendly

when truly all she fears is herself. 

As she sat    in an amber lit room
she rummaged   through bespoke photographs
kissing the glass   she sends a blessing. 

Her tremendous fear of loss   was realised – challenged
she discovered how powerful    her energy was- to overcome
    sculpt    a   different mindset. 

As she stood      in an amber lit room
her feet froze firmly 
       she stood fierce- forthright    reluctant to walk the path of negativity
               ‘for it will get the better of me’.

She placed her hands together   head tilted towards the sky
     tears cascaded    as she knows all life        eventually dies. 
Core pounding    against her chest- she breathed deeper

  as her aching      became easier to accept.