Rivulets of salt water drip below until the soul is cleansed and flow out into the room, dazzling and bright. It gives her the strength to fight, She feels a building battle cry. In her chest, a heart beats, still alive. Though it is night, she can see the renewing light, feel the heat; it ignites a fire. And despite the pain she decides to live another day. She can't wait to see what's ahead, replacing dread with hope, filling her now clean soul and she makes more of the rope that frayed while she was too afraid to build more.