03/08/2026
Through the Blinds
Behind the blinds where shadows fall,
a quiet figure stands so tall.
The light slips through in silver lines,
like whispered truths the dark confines.
Her shape is drawn in black and gray,
a silent strength that won’t decay.
The world outside may never see
the storm she fought to simply be.
She bends with grace, she lifts her head,
through nights where hope was barely fed.
Yet in the dark her spirit grows,
like hidden fire the shadow knows.
Each line of light across her skin
reminds her where she’s always been—
between the pain, the loss, the fight,
she still became her own soft light.
So let the blinds cast lines above,
they cannot cage a soul with love.
For every shadow that appears
is proof she’s faced her deepest fears.
💃🏻: Shannon Lee Stull
