If loss is self-inflicted, do you have the right to mourn? Because today from my body, life was ripped and torn.. in a sleep they called twilight, I shed the tissue of my unborn.. tears freely course from eyes that radiate bright and although I know I am a woman with a choice and rights..... I lay with beside me your burial site and nothing can numb the pain of this somber night. Through colorless images we drive in silence- deafening consequence saturates being in its omnipresence- Inside it feels like together we died..... but life is perpetual motion and it must go on.. buoyancey is my survival mechanism and Orion my star shaped asterism- my prism- centered wellspring of reflective realism... I have felt the essence of your soul, and believe that here and there are a part of a whole. Your spirit flows through me with each sigh.. I'll meet you again someday my twilight bright eyes............
All apologies in advance to those who find this offensive or something they are against.. but please go easy on me for it is very real... and in case your wondering Orion is my sons middle name...........
All apologies in advance to those who find this offensive or something they are against.. but please go easy on me for it is very real... and in case your wondering Orion is my sons middle name...........
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