Fostered, Towards The Light
She moves through the black tunnel
unaided and untamed
as a child
coloring out of the lines
Fostered towards the light
in its movement
mussed -up hair of a lady
in a white robe carrying a glass orb
Where am I ? she questions
a fine tuned galaxy
answers in her darkest hour
YOU ARE !
Madness, lunacy, dementia
peppered words
at the edge of a brain
fighting for peace of mind
and recognition ...
Then, a Father's extended hand
"come child follow me"
all deeds and faith acknowledged
with no judicial sense of guilt
she draws a line, then climbs
One baby step at a time
closing in on Sanity
taking one step forward
towards death,
parting the curtains of time
she enters
the Great Divide !
Inside
blue ether,
she remembers, *everything !
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