One day, perhaps, the sky will bloom anew brightened fields of hope reside forever within held despite shame — at least a sign to lead the way showing, at once, all that was missed and wrong before were only those who took and broke at last, to witness the worth of how one aught be held to in return display such unseen darkness and break asunder blindly flowing within creative currents of blackest night in bare sight of the horrible cost, casting waves upon another receiving back, all of what was earned and bought by action though never once sought by heart’s purest thought or desire let remain her destiny found and knowings of self prayers of honest surrender — calls to feel anew finding rebirth within a hearth of fated trust a cocoon of rainbow light to slumber within though only now for herself and child alone sheltered by faith from storms of a dying world apart from that one, seeding chance to rebuild for them — for you — what a gift to see deserved, to lift your head so high be free and true and cry when called to one day climb those stairs your heart the brightest sun shine without fear — it will know the way
