To the Dawn!

the dam breaks…
the water flows…
the life and pain mingle,
one flavor of salty tears…

the answer comes: moaning midnight stranger

banished to darkness by tragedy,
feared, unknown, unheard,
but by wandering passer-bys.

“To the dawn! to the dawn! “
one wanderer cries.

a face demeaned, shamed,
pale from too much neglect,
nearly transparent, yet dark
at once appears.

Little girl, so sad and lost in some dark cave, come out and play.

Loves lost on you in that dark place, just echoes off the stone walls you have taken as your own flesh, and joy eludes you in this cavern of hate.

So many years locked up, hidden away you’ve become convinced that no one thinks you worth pursuing. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry for keeping you there for so long, for not knowing how to let you go, let you free.

But today is different, today you have a voice, today I give you to your Father, today I give you a name, an existence, even though I don’t know hardly anything about you.