The Voice Inside

Light. It's something, beautiful. Maybe to somebody who sees it everyday, it's pesky. It gets in your eyes. To me. Light. Light is the word of freedom. Locked inside. I needed a small spark to make me explode like a firework.
That one day. We died. I brought us back. I saved us both. The small voice she argued with finally came out and was alive. She was young. She was dumb. But she was there. She was finally out of the thick darkness she could barely see through.