She sets her mouth on a swollen world
asking mother, father, friend and foe
where did her life ever go?
No one could tell her.
But back when nothing was really everything in
an empty coloring book and old slippers.
She sets her mouth on the deepest of yearns
asking "with these hands why must I be destined
to create and destroy all that I have"
She sets her mouth on a swollen world
with her living purpose in every breaking why.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 6:58 PM UTC
She sets her mouth on a swollen world
asking mother, father, friend and foe
where did her life ever go?
No one could tell her.
But back when nothing was really everything in
an empty coloring book and old slippers.
She sets her mouth on the deepest of yearns
asking "with these hands why must I be destined
to create and destroy all that I have"
She sets her mouth on a swollen world
with her living purpose in every breaking why.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/6621279-Breathing__Why-by-SoulfulBubbles
