My Design
Once, my birth was simple:
you made me up unwillingly;
I leaped from your forehead like
Athena did from Zeus'.
You were more than just a father-figure
and back in those days
you found joy in my design.
From a glance of you
I learned the light,
from another: the darkness itself.
I craved to know more
but somehow,
you lost the will to teach me;
to finish my making real.
And now,
in the embrace of your torturing abandonment
I became my own midwife:
to learn my own creation,
to be my own design.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2017
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