Still in the womb, I struggle
Tossing, toiling to come out.
Still in the warmth, the coziness
Secure in the womb.
To come out wouldn't be a birth -
It would be rather a resurrection.
The pain of labour do not bother me,
Though I wonder how to
And who would cut the umbilical cords.
For I have to pass through the process
Of detachment
Countless, countless times.
Once I am through, I hope,
I will crawl, I will stand,
I will walk, I will run -
I will grow wings and fly away.
5 comments:
See!Its one of the best I've ever seen, no kidding! Discovering the strength within is like a gust of wind hitting your sails! Onward ho! Thats the solace of poetry, it helps you to see the innermosts of our mind, observe and analyze ourselves. There is nothing like the pleasure of looking at the words that have come out from oneself, see it grow, with a personality of its own...
Starting off with a bang! This is where the journey actually begins, waking up from deep sleep. You are on the way.
Well looks like you had coffee inside the womb with a baby :); I think it’s a brilliant poem about life-cycle. Well written.....
great poetry! Liked your previous post as well. Keep writing!!
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