Oh how my heart breaks for a body I have never known. I have known her soul. She, who spoke to me through pages. Of tales to rise against ones situation. To befall the depth of human depravity and walk through life in regality. I mourn that she will share no more words. Hers was a life deftly lived. Her chin held high belied her history. She did not shy from what was done but rather used it to fertilized the grandiosity of her spirit. Each breath a gift. Each hand touched a new lesson learned. She was the woman I could only hope to be. She fostered a love for words in me. A compassion unlike any other. If a life could go forever I wished it would be hers. And so it will be that her stories will forever live on…in pages and in our hearts.
RIP Ms Angelou