My Pain Grew Older
I did not know pain when I was born
and even though the crying pierced the cold air
She was born with me
as my twin …
In my walk through a street without exit
she reached for me with her tough hands
pulling me towards her
Up to the tears…
My pain grew older
Under the shelter of my eyelashes landed without apostatize
The light of my spirit casted her away
But she kept returning again and again…
Again ...
Now, after so long is still knocking
With anonymous names revolves around me
Acts softly and smoothly ..
looking for some life ...
Grew old my childbirth pain
Covered in grey hair
as she shakes now lifeless in my hands…
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