Sometimes

I’m more than a motherless Child My soul is no slave It runs free and wild And sings with the caged bird in good company. I could wear the warm, weighted blanket of despair And hide from any light that might shine on all I’m not In the comfort of darkness repeating, “verily, verily I say unto you you’re nothing, you’re no one- stop forgetting,” It’s true. But I don’t want to. I remember what Light said last time it was near- I’m beautiful, loved. That was all I could hear. I’m more than a motherless child. She told me so.