The Gift
A poem...
When hopeless home
maternal split
almost feral
emphemeral edge
Reminds the soul
havles to the whole
when connection sparked
complete circle:
I am me
Foundational completion
the primary return
this door is just the way i entered
through you was how I'm born
Without it closed
demons lurk
and seek to rampage through minds
Eve see
so you don't fail
You are the earth
but not the tree
If not in truth
your love is the noose