She is the light,
And she is the darkness.
Her glory shines yonder.
Her essence radiates and floats with the delicate puffs of mist, lingering.
But the heart is hollow and heavy;
the soul, floating aimlessly.
Hopeless,
cold,
yet alive with rage and a fire that is consuming.
She is whole,
And she is incomplete.
Breathing, living, enjoying, loving.
Harboring, missing, resenting;
This is internal conflict.