Seeing The Light Poem by David McLansky

Out of the ashes of my burnt home,
Sifting the ruins of dust and bone;
Out of the darkness and desolation,
Comes the glimmer of restoration;

The licking waves of chaotic flames
That scorched my eyes as I spun in vain
Had turned a structure into rubble,
A place of peace, whirlwind of trouble;

Oh the whimsy of fickle Fortune,
That warped my life with such distortion,
Had unseated me from head of table
And left me shaking and disabled.

You were a child, bitter and blind,
Grim set your lips with bitter mind;
You searched for safety with psychopaths,
Secure in the knowledge it wouldn't last.

The bruises on your naked arms,
Your calmness as I read alarm,
Made me question your mental state,
Which fed so readily on words of hate.

Now like the Phoenix you arise renewed
You've found true love, you're much improved
I baptize you again my daughter
And draw you from the silent water