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Interim Of Life.

Updated on April 7, 2010


Are we not all

like the seed planted

in fertile flesh soil,

nurtured in its dark womb

for nine months, bathed

in saline and placenta,

attached by a strong

root to our provider

until nature calls

and we push ourselves

with mother's help

to the light.


It is here upon

birth that we

are severed

from the wonb

and then grow

to our tallest,

and achieve much,

hopefully giving of

ourselves to the world,

until we wither and die,

entering again a dark womb

and pushing our souls

to the light.



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    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      It's so dark in here. It's so "light" outside. It's too dry out there. It's warm and cozy inside!

    • Deborah Demander profile image

      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Once again, you capture the essence of life with brevity and insight.