Mother

Chained to your crosses in your house of God Weighted down by your guilt Drowning in your self loathing and then in mine Unbearable days and nights enduring the drought of your love The light of freedom peeks through a crack Slowly reaching out for me. I put out my hand and grasp the wispy ends With a shock you hold on and pull me into the light My rebirth Hope, love, courage you are my new mother All else is left behind in the dark Born again into a love that cannot be taken or chained. Beauty is me.