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This was born from a personal experience nd is dedicated to all the people who need it.
A mother walks through fire, while giving birth to a life. Somewhere within that fire, another begins to rise - destined to light up the world but forced to dim, before it ever learns to shine. This is a story of one such fire.
Part I - Before the breaking
From the womb,
you move like the rivers
which love the ocean,
only to let the rivers' water
become one with the tears of earth.
From the womb,
you long for the home
you almost see.
Your tiny ripples
lets your home know,
you're here.
From the womb,
you push beyond
your tiny protective cage,
To finally experience
your home.
But the second you
step out your Haven,
the world steals your breath.
You are met with tears
even before you see your home.
The home around you smiles,
while some of your tears remain
choking in your throat,
reminding you of the journey,
behind.... and ahead.
"As a mother endures the pain to bring life into the world, the life within her quietly learns pain before it ever learns to breathe.”
Part II - Unwinged
Beyond the womb,
you are labelled before understood,
surrounded with layers
meant to protect,
but sharp enough to cut through the skin.
Always held,
never truly known.
Beyond the womb,
you dream to be free,
while the home you loved chains you
with control disguised as discipline,
with hatred disguised as criticism.
Yet you try to fly, oh dear one,
not knowing,
they've already unwinged you.
You aim for the limitless while
the sky reaches to confine you.
You can feel the hands
gripping around you,
voices no longer kind,
gazes narrowing your own.
You see the walls built around you
bruise your waters,
while the world
adores your grace.
It is no longer
the home,
you once loved - my love.
You now question yourself,
if it ever was.
You turn to the cosmos asking,
if it will ever become the home,
you once longed for.
My dear one,
you slowly surrender,
your rivers' water to
the oceans tears
once more - my love.
"The mother burns to give life-the child burns to become it."
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