Stream of Consciousness
Sounds of an Unearthed Mother
In the forest, deep roots whisper secrets, they know she was here once beneath soil, pressure, time—no, not time, something deeper, like the heartbeat of the core itself... diamond created in silence, no, in whispers... something enchanted in the way the light bends to touch her, to recognize her, mother not made but found, unearthed... riddle wrapped in the twinkle of morning dew, baby’s laughter echoing... where does life begin? in the ground or the womb? or somewhere else—beyond the seen and the known? She rises, light refracting, splintering into colors we can’t image... hands reaching, mine or hers? baby's breath or wind through the leaves? Birth is a question we never answer, only feel... diamonds born of ground and flesh and magic... a riddle unsolved because it is fearfully and wonderfully made. It was never meant to be answered, just lived... the forest sighs, the ground hums, and somewhere a child speaks in riddles.
By Kahlea Pennington2 years ago in Poets
Apoplectic
"If tomorrow starts without me Know that I’ll always be with you Watching over you like a silent guardian Protecting you from any harm" SHUT UP! JUST STOP IT! Enough of your sugar-coated lies! You brought me into this cruel world without my consent And when your time comes, you’ll just die! How the hell is that fair?! Why must I carry the weight of your absence?! I never even asked to be here! Each day is a battle I never signed up for! And now you dare add insult to injury by dying on me You think I'll be fine?! NO! Yet, God forbid I die before you, For if I did, you’d feel the same unbearable pain That you think I should carry!
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
