Baby race
We are all positioned and aligned in different sectors of life
Our fears of the unknown are inevitable
And our irrational thoughts are governed by our timid spongy brain
Whilst our thinking is taken captive by our loosely conformed heart
Like babies in cradles
We are naïve of what life is
The very essence that governs our existence is nothing but an empty flowery abyss
Filled with sweet scented vibrant colors of misconception
Although sometimes change is obscure as it crawls on crooked bends that are narrow by chance
It's like an unreal dream imprinted in the back of our minds.
Unfortunately, fortunately
We are a racing a baby race only meant for the edification
Of our well being
On the down side, we bear the fact of holding onto things that we are in dire need to let go off
However, on the bright side we obtain a pure sensation of bliss
As self-discovery kicks in
Falling is a part of life
And giving up strange syllables of desire is an act of giving up
As we fall short of sight
Agile and disrupt
We create alterations for ourselves to feel dense and numb to the pain
Whilst we chew and choke
On shattered fragments of our being
Infused with stains made of lyrical melodies only the deaf can hear
As we start to walk
Above us brightness, as if ghosts in a snowfield
We anchor ourselves toward the edge of life
Beginning to reckon the lump sided crescent moon
That lingered at night and fell short of sight
Warning the mutilated baby race to start
We stand in awe,
As we withstand the painful agony of slow rebirth
Alongside psychic regeneration
Liberty being the only source of free will
To endure the tsunami waves of strongholds
As we set ourselves in bloom.
Hie girlies🥹 omawed it took me such a long time to actually have the much needed confidence to publish this book, it would really mean the world to me if you could like, share and star as well. I hope you are well wherever in the world you are I send you light and love and pray that the dear Lord will bless you
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