motherhood

Sat, 01/25/2014 - 15:45 -- rebbitT

 

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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