Predicament.

A crater in the earth gives birth to me,

fluids seeping into the ground,

I am a seed of devastation lurking

like a tree who seeks your touch. 

memories cover me like dirt 

and I burst through their

heavy soil

to a sun so hot

I am crippled. 

Sinking back into the moisture of earth, clay, debris,

I wait until strength becomes me and I can rise

into a sun hotter than life. 

About Moon Eggs

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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