I was born in a hole
in a cracked foundation
beneath the surface of the earth
with tiny over grown windows
in which the light of the sun
would come only in small doses
at the time of the waking dawn
through the blades of grass and tiny weeds
that covered its pane and hid the sky from me
as a child I'd chase that tiny stream
of light
that managed to escape somehow to grace me
I would sit in those tiny rays
and taste the world
Finding happiness in something so small
Now I can step out into the sun
but seldom do
my inner child crying as I sleep
steadily through
That moment in which the light had finally found me