This poem is about the origin and end of life.
In this womb, web of my first home I observe,
walls of flesh in this claustrophobic place.
My first vision of life, while scared in disgrace,
but sometimes I feel pleasures at a lovely pace.
A bright light appears, my suffering I face
as I am ,forced out of my womb.
My heart and soul tend to ache, no more space and no room.
I scream and cry to this depress awakening
which causes me hurt while my bones keep shaking.
Words, I suddenly hear of love and protection,
visions of humans staring, what a glorious perception.
It’s a new world rebirth of me, acceptance and affection.
Discovery of what I am, belong to and perfection,
For this is my second home a beautiful connection.
As time passed by and life went on
my home decayed like before.
Suddenly strange noises I heard , I lost my home once more.
The rust of life was on again, lonely , lonely as I,.
my mellow, mellow heart exchanged
a family of my own.
At last I found a home who stayed accompanied me once more,
but in my mind I observed, the final departure door.
The ruins of my past were renovated now,
thinking about our creator . I Questioned if he knew life as it is,
or if his redemption symbolized much more.
Ancient ancestor now I’ve become.
with the knowledge of the ending.
Did he know how it would end
and what is life’s meaning?
copyright2011 LF
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