wading the waters i pushed my way
struggling hard to touch the land
held upside down, was my first view
of the world i’m to pass by
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From the warmth of a mother's arms into a world where innocence is not always nurtured or protected. A compelling piece, Indira. Warm regards, Sandra
The last stanza seems to be the beginning of the end. An interesting poem, Indira, very well penned...10/10.
Very soul-searching indeed, Indira. Poignant imagery exploding with intense loving emotions in simple language: 'somebody wrapped me into a bundle and held me close to heart against the dull winds' Did you find your heavenly treasure in your mother? Or vice vera? Blessings. Leonard