She wandered her whole life
a newborn petal
thrust into the world
before her bloom was found.
Stopping here and passing
a cacophony of voice,
no way to shut the sound.
A part of her felt missing,
in a world void of laughter
She escaped via the temporoparietal junction
And discovered the sanction of bright, bold color.
So there she stayed.
Until Breath completed its exhale,
and her body blossomed
in fair round detail.
A part of her
Was wholly him
bequeathed to the son.
His DNA a tincture
Her body a host.
And thus this host
is full of emotion
with a heart pierced by love,
painless as the moonlit day
we were born.
You to this life,
catalyst for her new form.
About the Creator
Nicole Olea
Reader | Writer | Reverist | Moment Keeper.
Seeker of magic in the mundane.
Smells the roses. Loves the rain.
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