In my line of work as a Crisis Counsellor, I've poured light into the cracked corners of other people's pain. I've held space for souls lost in shadow, remaining steady as the dawn, years of quiet strength, of bearing burdens not my own. Now I bloom-no longer just the healer, but the one who finally heals. My spirit rises not in spite of the past but because of it. Now I gather my worth and my rewards, like stars at twilight, not asking permission to shine. Send Tributes via e-transfer to my email: miss_leasa@yahoo.ca