Press play. Salute.
That they who really know me
Call me the living flame
For like my old Ma
Who was once born and raised beside the clear still waters of the Louisiana's deep Bayous
I inherited her gift to draw lonely souls
Like Gypsy moths right out of their self imposed darkness
Unconsciously drawn whilst deep down inside they're always smiling but constantly just wanting and needing more
Whenever I shine my bright light of illumination and attention right on them
And whisper their secret God-given name
It's just the eternal price I pay now like my good old Ma
Bless her soul
For trying to summon a new light to shine in others and for them to try to live a new worthy life
When they can stand proudly unafraid and unashamed
And say to the watching stars and all other delirious eyes
I matter!
Copyright John Duffy
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