motherhood
this child is my slavery and
blessing that has cursed me
a rite to life, robbing me of my gold
too damn selfish to be let go.
born and die by the cradle
shackled night and day
to a mother’s gilt of her stolen dreams
for a thief’s birth to be claimed.
the ultimate sacrifice.
for i-
for I-
For I decided to be free.
Unearth myself and
To hold and keep like stone
I rise heavy, resolute,
Recovered.
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