All their lives
People want to buy
A one-way ticket
Back to paradise
Pre-time and pre-boundaries
Uroboric wholeness
Boundless and formless;
They yearn to be smuggled
Back into Eden
As if the umbilical cord
Was never chopped off
I guess theirs was a safe place
But I can’t relate
A 5 star womb is not
What I was born into
A defect embryo
Since before conception
I’m quite the
Mnemonic, Plutonic
Exception.
About the Creator
Diana C.
Here to pen, polish and provoke thoughts.
The Quiet Influence
The Quiet Influence An oracle on steadiness, softness, and returning to oneself Author’s Note This piece was written from a place of quiet integration rather than urgency—a moment when nothing needed to be solved, proven, or pushed through. I wrote it for those who are discovering that healing doesn’t always arrive as a breakthrough, but sometimes as a gentle settling into presence. If this feels anticlimactic, tender, or unexpectedly emotional, you’re not doing it wrong. You’re likely learning how to rest without disappearing—and how to let yourself be held without effort.
By Flower InBloom4 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
An inspiring poem. Appreciate it very much.