Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Twice born


It’s true
I was twice born
Though I didn’t know
Till today

At my first birth
You were not there
Maternal love
Suffocated

Strangled by
Depressions cord
Soul eaten by
Post partum blackness

My life, emerged
External burden
Born then borne
With little joy

My second birth
I was not there
Love had left
Long before you

The corpse of
Our love, unburied
Lay long years
Rotting between us

A carcass, bloated,
For you to feed off
With your shark like
Ferocity and speed

I was not there
When you cast your moorings
And the tide of dementia
Drifted in

As you lost your moorings
And life washed you out
I was not there
As life breathed out

In your going
I had my second birth
And I cried

When I was born twice

Eulogy for my mother

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