A Warm Opening

Through the barricade, I sense an opening.
I feel an ancestral warmth that comforts me.
For not a moment before, I was wrapped in a memory that wouldn't let me free.
It wasn't me who first saw the sun, but those before me whose whispered lore hums in my ear.
The ones whose light is near to witness the sun's warmth touch me for the first time, my view unobstructed.
The darkness falls behind me, and I'm not bitter.
I've been patiently waiting for the sun, and it melts on my smooth skin like peace melts on a cloud.
I'm still not free.
That which blocked me from the sun is still ahead of me, but in its broken state, can no longer subdue me.
And I choose to see.