Night Vision

And when the dawn came,
She awoke to dried up tears. 
She became aware of a change,
A big change
within her.
She smiled, weary,
Though oddly at peace.
They thought the darkness
could overcome her,
But all she needed was
the smallest shred of hope,
until it all came rushing in,
like a torrent of light. 
She breathed it in deeply.
Awareness was her weapon. 
Never again would she allow darkness
to rob her of her Hope.
Never again would her light
be dimmed. 
There was one priceless gift
given to her
in the throws of the nightmares:
Night vision.
None could sneak up on her;
for God granted her intuition, discernment,
and intense bravery.
This made her calm
in the face of adversity;
Not because she didn't hurt,
But because she had a weapon,
That no one
could take away from her.
Night would fall again,
but she would be ready.
Bruised, but not broken.
Beaten, but brave.
A quiet warrior,
Awaiting the night.
Waiting in peaceful silence
to obliterate it
with her will
and her Light.