Changing Course
Her mother was a believer of stars and planets, how they lined up
just before birth, whirlwinds of gas and energy pulling, knowing
she was coming. They knew she would be spewed out into the earth’s atmosphere at a certain time, a certain place, her neonatal skin blue
with hesitation. Her small wail heralded her birth as she crossed the veil,
though she was a single traveler who wasn’t sure she wanted to live.
“You chose this life,” her mother reminded her, with accusation,
when the pain of living breeched, her roar against an invisible enemy tore
at her chest, her fingers wanting to rip the bleeding life force from her being,
she clung to trees, and stone, and ocean to tether her to this tangible breath
of the world, still believing that there was work for her to finish.
just before birth, whirlwinds of gas and energy pulling, knowing
she was coming. They knew she would be spewed out into the earth’s atmosphere at a certain time, a certain place, her neonatal skin blue
with hesitation. Her small wail heralded her birth as she crossed the veil,
though she was a single traveler who wasn’t sure she wanted to live.
“You chose this life,” her mother reminded her, with accusation,
when the pain of living breeched, her roar against an invisible enemy tore
at her chest, her fingers wanting to rip the bleeding life force from her being,
she clung to trees, and stone, and ocean to tether her to this tangible breath
of the world, still believing that there was work for her to finish.
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I love the energy of this poem! It’s a whirlwind of words and chaos and life lesson.
I really like this poem. I love the way it looks on the page and the rush and rhythm of the words.
I like the concept of this. Focus right side rather than left. There are psychological emphases on the short lines on the right. I think I’ll try this myself.