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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