The Push

A gust of life
Born to tread a unique journey,
So your mother thought.
Pushed out of her womb
To fill the room with your tiny wails
And hushed whispers outside the room.
Mixed emotions await you,
You’ll soon know.
When they see your color, and your sex
And may be not in that order
Tears and blood have borne fruit
But these shall come to knot.
And your mother’s fate shall slowly unfurl
When they see, you are merely a girl.

The Candle burns

The candle is burning
In a way that has never been
Even if I wanted to blow it out
My breath would never reach

The candle is burning
Wax melting slowly on the sides
The blue has never been deeper
While the orange never so fiery

Its flickers have turned restless
More fierce than before
Waging to go on war
As the wax crackles ever more

I have never felt
The candles burn so bright
As if wanting to tell me secrets
And it has never felt so right

The secrets it pours from its black fumes
And I awaken
Into amber light
To the candle that burns.