My suns and moons

 I had birthed darkness.

I had let out pain.

I had seen a gaping hole leave my heart,

the blackened blood leaving my body.

I had birthed moons.

I had seen my storms,

and my crumbling towers.

I had stood in the sand slipping beneath my feet.


Now I am birthing a sun.

I have seen the sparkle planted in my womb,

and the growing light in my heart that warms me gently.

My hands are weaving magic,

I have seen my eyes twinkling,

I am birthing a sun.

For the woman who birthed moons

Knows 

To light the world.



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