Green at birth. Expose
you to light, air, and the world
to unveil hues.
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I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipitya day ago in Confessions
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Oooo, this was profound. I loved it!
It really does feel like the process of birth. Green now and as it ages - what a brilliant poem bringing us through the process of beauty. To the unveiling of the hues. I like the quiet hush in the last line. ♥️🤗
great perspective...very well describes all life