Days bleeding into nights

 

This is not my blood

This blood is my mother’s

I can still hear her screaming

 “Oh, god, please, not my baby”

Just a woman facing the inevitable 

No one to help her but herself, alone

And the only way out was through 

So she felt the fear and the pain

She let it all in and let it all go

In the dank and dark

The living cling to life above all

I was part of the living

At least for a little while

I learned a thing or two about humanity

Humanity is on a brink of failure

Humanity is in a sorry state

I thought I could live

Just for a little while longer

I did not like the unpredictability

I thought I would be the bridge between the past and the future

I did not like not knowing what was to come

At least when my life was concerned

There were so many things I wanted to do with my life

Be my mother’s daughter

I am not embarrassed to say it gave me a tingle

When the rest of the world saw a wall

I saw a window

That is how much 

I wanted to be a fruit of someone’s loins