Chiara

Bright, light words that defined your name and you embraced them with a fierceness of fire blazing sky entangled with fear and anger. You stood your ground at times alone, or so your thought, tragedy was no stranger to you nor was it a friend. Even on dark days you fought foes hidden in shadows that few saw. I saw you, your child like curiosity mixed with diva chasing dreams and fighting demons, chasing life with no apology. No, you would not go gentle into that good night, for you my friend fought a fight filled with life and fear that only drove you further to speak your voice and share your truth.

A flame burning in darkened halls casting light to those of us that felt lost when we heard the words you knew so well. Sleepless nights that carried you, haunted by demons so few know. I saw you, the you that so few see. And even in the tragedy you stood your ground and fought bravely, beautifully and boldly til the very end. Carried out on hurricane winds, the skies cried and the brought you home and here we remember you. Bright light, guiding light in a loud, fierce storm that carries your spirit with the fierceness in which you fought for your life. Clearing away shadows as darkened clouds pass to a bright clear sky and we are left here to carry on the living lost in tears.

©️2020 Victoria T. Rego