Just as the dawn in the morning paints the sky in bright watercolors, so to does the warmth of her light wash over me, but If I'm hallow, if all I am is darkness and despair what will become of me, will I cease to exist? I don't want to disappear. Her radiance fills me until I am overflowing and about to burst. That husk of despair falls away, I'm not him any more. Who am I, What am I? I feel myself arise from the ashes of my self-hate. Was I ever good enough, ever worthy, these thoughts begin to fall away and give rise to a new self. The world snaps into focuses, in so many more colors than simply black and white. I arise from the ground, I'm now solid in form, spirit, and mind. I've been remade, I'm no longer a son of despair but a daughter of the light. "Eyes up Gaurdian"