every bone longs for home every pore, every cell every corpuscle bustling through our veins every ache reminds of what should have been every pang recounts what should not be but, for now, is — and into this You were born You, little serpent slayer entered the world in the way of all humans exiting…
every bone longs for home
every pore, every cell
every corpuscle bustling
through our veins
every ache reminds
of what should have been
every pang recounts
what should not be
but, for now, is
—
and into this You were born
You, little serpent slayer
entered the world
in the way of all humans
exiting a woman’s gates
to emerge naked and bloody
did You cry as the shock
of the cold clipped Your skin?
did the weight of wrong
weigh on Your shoulders even then?
Well you have a done it again littlepeace–written something that made the world seem to stop for a moment. Thank you for the reprieve and the gentle reminder about things that really matter. Bless you!
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