A diary entry: release me mother nature

30.7.2018
Mother earth please let go of me save my roots for a girl to grow over and release me give me the freedom your lovers over us have given birds give me the power to hold my breath until it's nothing give me the luxury of finally being silent.
Mother eath you taught me to hear you you told me to sing the songs your depths chant every morning but you don't like my voice and i don't plan on living shunned over my nature  i beg you release me and save the world from one more conflict save it from a confusing paradox save it from handeling an echo that was once a singular voice i don't want to be an echo.
Mother earth let me go let me meet my final destiny my soul is thirsty for more than food and water and i am a strange fruit , a wild flower that was planted in the wrong womb put in the rough hands of abandonment without a warning and i wish for nothing more than to go silently.
Have you ever heard of a flower taking it's own life crushing it sweetly under the weight of worries .. I hope you tell the saints above us that i am sorry i have just lived for more than i could find within your embrace.
I will not go until you tell me to i will leave when you open the sky's door yourself leave my hand when you must i love you and i'll never forget the love i witnessed in your presence too bad none of it has suited me but it's okay i still love you.
Until we both find what fills our empty depths
Your little daughter
Sara

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