Struggles in the Dark
by Anique Alexander
Joy cometh in the morning
Days darken
Magic appears,
Mother earth grim
As the world is in famine.
Spot of red paint,
bumpy potholes
body fluids
the sea opens as a mother giving birth
Is it the beginning?
But only in time
Planted as a maple tree
Dismissed like a unknown caller.
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