GHOST OF HER WOMB

GHOST OF HER WOMB

god knows I was dead

before being born ,

not unalive 

just dead , in spite …

 god knows I was dead

in my mother`s womb

till she fed me with love and hope 

and gave me life , 

and her hope and her love and her wise…

she outlives me 

more than I could outlive her

she makes me a human 

when I make myself a ghost of her womb

she make me her kid 

when the world treats me like an adult

god knows I could be dead 

if I did not have my mother ,by my side 

she gave me her blood and bones and breath

as she loses her brawn ,

 in flashes of dawn , instead …

till she loses it all ,in an instant …