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my feet sink deep into the softness of the earth
my mother’s hand reaches up my leg
she wants to take me back and make me clay
bone to ashes, dust to dirt
to nourish the earth
give back all the life that was stolen
her touch is gentle as she caresses me
lulls me back to sleep
her grasp is firm as she pulls me down inside of her
all around me is familiar and dark
i don’t feel the cold nor hear the wind against the trees
silence engulfs me and comforts me
as i drift away peacefully
About the Creator
faynoia
If there ever was a soulmate for me... it would be the words that flow from me into stories and poetry. I want to share my passion with whoever is willing to read and listen.
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