I miss my mother-
I miss her lovely smile,
with the dripping eyes…
I miss my mother-
I miss her lovely smile,
with the dripping eyes…
if sleep captures me,
seals me; please let me be free
from what my eyes see
I need to rest—
to break away
from this tangling rut—
I need to escape —
from these chains
keeping me hostage—
I need to leave —
to get away
from this choking hold
I need to fly away —
because these manacles hold me,
bind me,
suffocate me,
keep me down, down, down—
and I remain a prisoner —
because fear keeps me
from reaching through the bars
and touching that light
If I could have one wish,
I would wish for freedom
from doubt—
from that suffocating fear
that stills my breath,
and keeps me dear.