They never really ended, did they?
The medicine wears off, left restless.
She misses, longs for his words.
Her child breathing gives her life.
Fear, excitement in the journey: birth.
Composed of contradiction, breaking the mold.
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
They never really ended, did they?
The medicine wears off, left restless.
She misses, longs for his words.
Her child breathing gives her life.
Fear, excitement in the journey: birth.
Composed of contradiction, breaking the mold.
Never lost, never found, always looking.
Old soul, youthful body, now aging.
Mystic mind, restrained by physical boundaries.
Curiosity a source of eternal light.
Born of unity, driven by diversity.
Lone soul, motherhood: never left lonely.
Lost: reborn by push of infancy.
Four pushes and I am new.
Four pushes and I am “mom”.
Find route, sudden fork, choose path.