Friday, October 1, 2010

iv of swords

in my mothers womb
I lie respite as in a tomb
cord curled twisted as vine
nutrients paralleling love a sign
of my mother's struggles in yester years
seeing demons through eyes of tears
torn apart by war's wicked claws
shaken by blasts and lost cause
suffering abuse no child should
struggling to survive by being "good"
depravity knows no bounds
broken trust cyclically resounds
sensitive I am I feel this pain
as I cling to her a linked chain
not ready yet to face the world
I turn back in my body curled
my mother screams bearing me breached
is life pain what Nature preached?
I carry this pain depressed each day
but it's time to let go and I do when I say
mother you taught me oh so well
endure for love and fears will quell

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