With Light silhouetting my shoulders, I will push into the dark night, no longer bound by shadows that trailed so long behind me. For they do not tell my story. They do not hold my truth. They cannot keep me from the things I am meant to do. Even if my eyes are heavy, I will push forward with audacity, and I will rise with strength at dawn. And when I arrive there, I will smile. And not the kind of smile made of gritted teeth, but the kind that is involuntary and free, knowing I have made it through to liberty. For I have known darkness, and I am learning to be less afraid of it.
Morgan Harper Nichols - All Along You Were Blooming


















