*A poem about the grief of the loss of the original mother-child dyad*
She liberated me when she told me
That she loved me
But she didn't have the tools
To see me
And so I regurgitated the tools
One by one
Until she had built herself up so strongly
That I could do nothing
But crawl back inside
And curl up
Re-enter the womb
And wait to come out
Again
She liberated me when she told me
That she loved me
But she didn't have the tools
To see me
And so I regurgitated the tools
One by one
Until she had built herself up so strongly
That I could do nothing
But crawl back inside
And curl up
Re-enter the womb
And wait to come out
Again
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