A new strength courses through my body, which as sure as I’m alive is part of who I am. But as I cling to those three stars, I am more than my body. More than my scars. One by one, more lights blink on, like a smartphone Milky Way punching through the black, reaching the part of me the fire couldn’t touch. I breathe deep. My voice finds the words. Through the darkness, buoyed by the glow of countless tiny lights, I sing.
