My Thoughts

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My Thoughts

 

 

I am my mother’s child, from her belly I was born and from her heart I will die.

From my soul I burn, in my heart I fly.

My dreams take me away, while my thoughts keep me at bay.

Being able not to swim, I see myself in the ocean; drifting out to a new life or a new end…

I am my mothers child, from her womb; like her in many ways.

My heart beats as I take every step and every step I take my feet get heavier.

Trying to feel shoes my mother never made.

I am her child, from belly I was born and from her heart I will die, if she only sees me from the corner of her eye…

From my soul I burn, cause it feels like satan is getting his turn.

In my heart I fly…flying up in the heaven skies looking down on what I call my life.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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