Sharon is light, and Sharon is darkness
highlights of her heart shade the richest drama
and emotions tumble around inside her
in stark images, black against white in confusing array.
She makes them hard so they will cut her,
Makes them bright that they will blind.
On her road to find
they will guide her, signposts of the heart
and touch her softly in exquisite languages.
Stones to butterflies
Knives to mother-down
A hawk’s diving dance in learning to be.
Stephen Bolles
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