And just like that,
I was re-birthed straight from the palms of your hands.
I grow up and what I am now, isn’t what I was.
I think your hand touched the water of disassociation because I grew up away from the reality I once knew.
It feels like when I was blooming in your hand,
your elbow scraped the mountain of shame because when I grew up to be the right age,
I was cut up with the regret I didn’t know I could have.
It seems like as you held me tightly, giving me life once more,
but you held too tight and in result I became clumsy, falling for the love I could never give back.
The richness I felt when you hand gave me life, isn't enough to make me stay and enjoy the warmth of you and the life I couldn't stand.
So,
I hope I'll be re-birthed once more
from the hands of someone who can give life to the ones who need it the most.