Monday 25 November 2019

hypochondria

Where but here, have I forever been
Broken, as I thought
Hurt, as I bought
Bound, held , imprisoned in such a palisade

Afraid, of wilt
Reluctant, to bloom
And the momentary lapses of reason
Whinging, reticent, in constant retrograde.

Lost, In all my thoughts
Locked, out of smiles
Retracted, out of bounds
Whispering, confused, stuck in haze

When her water broke
She pushed me out
Held my hand, held me close
I recollected such an occurrence, again

This was time
Mothering me, dragging me out
Locking me outdoor, subjecting me to life
Breathing, into me, onto my face, Waking me stark.


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