Crawling out slowly
CRAWLING OUT SLOWLY
I stretched forth my hand toward my forehead"Whence my sight befall the extreme
As my feet landed on waters?"
Frozen as I floated
The waters heated my feet
Till I stole through sticky trees
A wanderer as I am
I held closely my sight
As nature was compelled to pull me back
In spite of the mutual defense I required
Until my watch struck right
There was nothing left for my heart to tell
For its stories remained hidden
For this my lone heart became coy
Onward, the ground felt my foot
By that step I took
As winds blew vehemently and acrimoniously
Through the deserts, arid rains and feathery winds
As the bank of the Jordan
Dry was my coy heart
Behold, my sight was that I freed
It came out of a prison's depth
So it bore the light of the heights
As it stilled the shadows
And closely, I pushed them aside
Suddenly, a flower rose a fruit
With edges as the Mississipi's
Driven out of sight, I halted to listen to its words
"From my beauty, I am mature..."
Ripened as red tomato ketchup
A smile spilled along my lips
In no time
I watched closely whilst my legs carried me
Before the fruit
I held it, and out emerged a life;
The woman who is the night before my smile
The Eve of my smile
Lest i bit the fruit,
Whence I yielded treasure?
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