Buddha

She was damaged...

And unlike others who coudn't bear light

became they lived in their hearse...

she could easily face the rays!

It was like a constant battle..

To be cheerful---

To carry sunshine with her...

She fell in love with all her bruises.

They were a constant reminder;

that healing exists...

That happiness is a moment..

And so...

Everyday ..

Her task was to collect such moments...

And when she lay in her bed...

she was grateful for the damage..

Every night...every breath!