I See (Untitled)

Hey come there
You are not fair!
Give me some chance
To express myself
My Self, my gratitude

What, you are scared?
Never be afraid
I am your help
And in every sense your aid

Don’t pity me
There is no need for that
I know now —
Give me common—sense for that!
You are the unenlightened but cannot see the light
I have arrived and see it Clear, Bright!
All — contrite.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985