No one calls me by my name.
She inhales.
Sprouting life from nothing but what once was.
They grow they walk they run.
Beauty in what they think they do, what they think they should be, what they think is right--
Seeing nothing but themselves in the highest chair.
They separate they split they scream.
Horror in what they create, what they think they should destroy, what they successfully destroy.
She pauses.
Rebuilding what was taken from her. Replenishing her soul. Her essence.
She is life. She is above.
But what do they know --they fall they lay they die.
They repeat. They do not learn.
Ancient being, new life. Perfection, are they error?
She exhales.
Mother.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
No one calls me by my name.
She inhales.
Sprouting life from nothing but what once was.
They grow they walk they run.
Beauty in what they think they do, what they think they should be, what they think is right--
Seeing nothing but themselves in the highest chair.
They separate they split they scream.
Horror in what they create, what they think they should destroy, what they successfully destroy.
She pauses.
Rebuilding what was taken from her. Replenishing her soul. Her essence.
She is life. She is above.
But what do they know --they fall they lay they die.
They repeat. They do not learn.
Ancient being, new life. Perfection, are they error?
She exhales.
Mother.
This is my first publishing! I am very interested in environmental science and our beautiful mother earth, so I hope that conveyed that correctly