The first needle
stung
Eyes closed to wince
The charming prince
stinks
The second needle
tore
Heart clenching the pieces
hope decreases
By the third needle
numb
The carriage came
to pick up it's claim
Miraculously,
The crane took it's basket
back to the womb
Returning it gently
to a shadowed room.
Needles 1, 2 and 3
came again
But by the fourth
I prayed
by the fifth
I prayed
And by the tenth
I poured
my being, my soul, my love
my child
I think I always knew
before my bones even grew
My mom left me
a miracle
I didn't understand at first
I just felt something
brewing
So I poured
like my mom did
But I didn't have a cup
so I gushed and bled
everywhere
I would sit
and wait for someone in need of thirst
I would water the flowers
even though it rained
because it was written in my bones
before I could even object
Even though I'm fully grown now
I don't know how to get off the carriage
a second time
But as I look out the window,
I thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb
Thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
The first needle
stung
Eyes closed to wince
The charming prince
stinks
The second needle
tore
Heart clenching the pieces
hope decreases
By the third needle
numb
The carriage came
to pick up it's claim
Miraculously,
The crane took it's basket
back to the womb
Returning it gently
to a shadowed room.
Needles 1, 2 and 3
came again
But by the fourth
I prayed
by the fifth
I prayed
And by the tenth
I poured
my being, my soul, my love
my child
I think I always knew
before my bones even grew
My mom left me
a miracle
I didn't understand at first
I just felt something
brewing
So I poured
like my mom did
But I didn't have a cup
so I gushed and bled
everywhere
I would sit
and wait for someone in need of thirst
I would water the flowers
even though it rained
because it was written in my bones
before I could even object
Even though I'm fully grown now
I don't know how to get off the carriage
a second time
But as I look out the window,
I thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb
Thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb
This is for my mom, for birthing me despite all odds. Thanks mom, I love you.
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