I don’t see a fault
but merely a life lived and loved.
Step free of the shadows’ ill-fitting shroud
and bathe your glorious scars in the morning light;
a spirit this pure shines brighter than any imperfection.
You’ve waited long enough for this day to come to pass;
the day the fledgling spreads its wings and flies,
worry abandoned like out-grown feathers.
This cage was born of your own doubt,
for I don’t see a fault.
It’s time to begin again.