Poetry, Spirituality

Birthing

a poem I wrote in 2016…

Birthing

To hide from this brutal
world, I jam myself
into the corner of a room
where two sturdy walls
meet, promising me
shelter – while storms
rage without and within.
Farther and farther
into the corner I’m smashed,
becoming smaller
but more real – dense – strong
as the walls themselves.
Stronger: A black hole,
infinitely condensed.
Here I sit waiting, forgetting
to breathe for millennia, anticipating
the much-desired explosion birthing
brilliant new worlds, billions
of whole babies nursing on love, proving
that Love is – indeed –
stronger than death.

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