POETRY > She said I was a while getting born

DeepInBlueForest

She said I was a while getting born


I was born into a brick of chaos

the room was a shell and a song and a slow-baked smile

hands held me

so then I was a body of silver water

in a garden of roses 

___________________ tall as the moon

like this


______________________________________ watch me grow into the ocean

I was meant to be and fill this small

world with my harmony


__________________________________ my sweat clings

__________________________________ to the fragrant petals

__________________ so life is not a victory march 

_______________ and I am a flowing a diagonal spiral on a moonlightning breeze

this ink is kind enough to tell you my vision

Written 18/4/21

A blog written on the same day as this poem is here.

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