“Feeling like I am now lighting up the hall. I was used to standing in the shadow of a damaged heart.”
“I used to be ashamedAnd now I am proud.The world once was blackAnd now it is bright.I used to walk head bentAnd now I stand up tall.I used to have dreamsBut now I have hope.”
“I feel like oneWho treads aloneSome banquet-hall deserted,Whose lights are fled,Whose garland's dead,And all but he departed!”
“I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.”
“Nothing surprises me now," I tell him. I am stoic. I am Joan of Arc, with liver damage and an unused penis.”
“I am the shadow of what we were, and while there is light we exist.”