mother, cradle and rock
did you carry me? You carried me,
It was a great pain, did you know that
Carrying is a pain that feels sweet
dragged into a somber defeat, defined as motherhood, a stalemate, you let them know that it's not a game yet you play
Heart carrying a stone inside, soft from the wild river
Little layers lost, a gentle destruction
It feels numb and hard and soft and with tears, wet and Wild and willful
Did you carry it with you
Mother, so cruel, unchangeable in a different moment, so soft and wild and full of something ineffable
As though there actually is a small stone somewhere, lodged like a rape inside your internal organs, so split and torn and pained,
You painted us into a fight that dripped blood. Cells ripped like the atom.
Selfish intentions, I was cast aside to the wolf.
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Comments (5)
Melissa, this really was heartwrentching and heartbreaking!!! ❤️❤️💕Hugs!!!
Like a child safe in the mother's womb, content and home...then cast out into the oblivion of the world. Heavy.
"You painted us into a fight that dripped blood." Whoaaaa, that line blew my mind! You certainly have a way with words. Loved your poem!
Oh, wasn't fearless.
Indeed, a wonderful piece of writing I can feel it