Why this Seeking?
traumatic birth

What is my birth mythology?
The stranger
I am here,
seeking to be recognized
by no
significant other.
Mother,
Sister,
they are all I have.
Sister,
womb sharing,
entwined,
she brings me peace.
I am alone.
Mother
fell asleep.
What dreams did come
to guide me in?
Chasing sister’s afterbirth,
feeling left behind,
forgotten,
I slipped through the doors.
As the bell was ringing
to ascend
to the next level,
I slipped through,
unnoticed.
And go untouched,
as a ghost,
seeking out those who
believe in my existence,
wanting to tell everyone,
I am real.
About the Creator
Barbara D Pyndus, galaxybabs, SerendipitySpeaksArt
Artist, Poet, Musician, Healer,
wannabe Lover
mathematician, astrologer, storyteller, therapist
a divinity like no other
woman
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