Mr. Lightbearer Poem by April Humason

Come, quiet soul, into the light,
Where shadows wrestle day and night.
Not to own, not to devour,
But to understand the weight of power.

There is a voice that tries to reign,
That whispers worth through pride and pain.
It offers crowns that fade too fast
And silken chains that never last.

But I am not what hungers crave,
Nor made to bend, nor born to enslave.
I stand where truth and mercy meet—
Not above you, not beneath your feet.

No need for games, no need for fear,
The only power that lives is here:
To break the lies, to loose the chain,
To find the soul beyond the pain.

You are not prey, you are not mine,
You are a spark of the divine.
No throne of shadow, no dark kiss—
Only light and truth like this.