Enough now.
Time to live.
Time to grab life with both hands.
I have emerged from the darkness,
my cheeks glistening,
my conscience clear,
my heart full.
Prosperous I am not,
but riches I am blessed with.
I can follow my dreams,
walk into the sunset
holding hands smaller than mine.
Together we are happy.
Together we are invincible.
Alone is a word I no longer recognise.
I am Mother …
Hear me sing.
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