In almost all situations, I tend to state: "There's a metaphor here somewhere."
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Animapoetae - These Quiet Promises
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we awaken
we awaken pushed and pulled out from the womb
eyes tightly shut hands unsure breath held until the first cry
knowing nothing, being only what we are and what we feel.
we grow, sense, and learn we crave, want, and yearn.
drifting in our seas of hope and dreams hellos and goodbyes, our thanks and apologies, our conversations and eulogies.
we are born to die, we die to be born again, we seek death to live, and seek life despite death.
we awaken pushed and pulled through space and time yearning for what was never ours from the start, for what we cannot bring with us as we depart
eyes tightly shut heart unsure hands clenched breath held until the first glimpse
knowing nothing, then everything finally more, than what we are and how we feel.