The darkest shadows are all the same
and tell glory that wonder is something to shame.
Unconventional, strange, and all kinds of weird;
they’re the conventional normalities that place one ahead.
So don’t allow freedom to falter your mind
when you know you’re different, out or inside.
The one who is different is a new kind, pure.
Blind hearts won’t see, of that, be sure.
So let the light lift you to a higher cloud,
and don’t be ashamed of what should make you proud.
For the new dawn is nigh
where you can keep your chin high.
When the world mistakenly thinks it’s higher, above,
don’t you fret. I say, you are loved.

© Blake Leitch February 14, 2012