
Oh, little lantern light
What hope you give to thee
For wild storms rage within
I want to be brave and free.
Lessons taught by Fear
Her threats do tear a part
The quiet sense of safety
Despite of life’s fragile start.
The sound of my own mother
Her laughter rising above
The snake’s hiss of exposure
Predators with false love.
She trusted them with me
Or so I want to believe
But they closed the door between us
My cries she did not receive.
Oh, mother of mine I love you
I see how hard you try
To nurture, nourish and guide me
As the drugs bleed you dry.
The snakes do hiss around you
Wanting to feed of your own warmth
I’m afraid and alone in this room
As I hear each time you transform.
From survivor to heartbreaking victim
Laughter to slurs unknown
Cries to laughter uncontrollable
I feel the change in tone.
But as I lie with my lantern
The light deep within my heart
Hope dances in my chest
As the snakes in light depart.
You told me before they came
“One more night is all we need…
When morning comes, we’ll go
The money will help indeed.”
I see the day is dawning
I hear their footsteps fade
Their laughter and loud talking
Quietens and is erased.
Silently I open the door
My little lantern filled with hope
You wince as you rise
Smelling clean with fruity soap.
With a soft touch you guide me
Away from Fear and Doubt
You take me to our car
Strap me in, keep Pain out!
We are driving far from that place
The sun chasing away the night
“My darling,” you whisper kindly
“Thank you for your light.
The hope you shone helped me
When I felt weak and undone
Your lantern, my little darling
Became my light when I had not one.
You are my hero and my love
I thank you my little rock
Let me now be your safe harbour
For you to safely dock.
Your heart has been broken
And Fear had invaded there
But I promise you, my little darling-
That burden I now bear.
For your lantern is my hope
As I work to rebuild mine
The light you shared with me
Shapes my new design.
Your courage is the spark
Lighting dreams… making real
Thank you, my little darling
For my lantern I no longer conceal.”
About the Creator
Georgie
Storyteller Scribbler Dreamer Social worker Learner Mum Australian so my spelling might be a bit different to yours 🤍



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