fear
this creature
made for sky
high above all
a creature
who knows it itself
looking at its equals
with longing
a bird
with fear of heights
this creature
made for sky
high above all
a creature
who knows it itself
looking at its equals
with longing
a bird
with fear of heights
Looking at my baby
trustworthy
sucking my breast
feeding in my warmth
this shining child
this God
growing
dictating my days and nights
knowing I will be there
doing, breathing unison
Whose the greatness
is there
such a thing?
Grinning
determined now
baby
cannot be
I push her face
against my soft brim
not a sound
Die
there can only be me
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Sometimes a poet would like to explain (I do) what a particular poem means, but I won’t spoil it for you. And don’t be scared, I’m no human baby killer.
look at me
understand
look
I’m scared
and hurt
the beast
has awakened
it will eat
the worlds
eat me
when I’m gone
world
no longer exist
nor does
the beast
standing on the edge
winds blowing
tearing me
apart
closed eyes
I’m terrified, paralysed
deep darkness
awaiting underneath
talking to myself
I’m not scared
no, I’m not
turning my head
sensing the depths
this wind
yes, it blows
but it’s warm
open my eyes
looking up
instead
the sky is singing
that windy lullaby
fill my lungs
spread my wings
I can fly