The Immortal Verses Part II: Dragged Up

By JamesF

Fri, 15 Nov 2013

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From birth I was your bastion,

the creature formed from your

flowing blood, made from choices

you made and those before you.

Your firstborn, from an early age

I tried to conform to your vision,

an attempt to meet your demands

head on, to be the boy you dreamt of.

Feeling your guilt, every mistake

I saw you make counterbalanced

my perceived perfection in your

movements, mother magnificent.

From there I was formed, the blur

of the modern world came into view,

and I knew the focal point of existence

was matter torn from matter, my birth.

I screamed into bright light,

tottered freely in the outside

world within parental confines,

though bound loosely, carefree.

Views from tree tops showed me

how small I was, how puny

in the face of the real world

around me, branches embracing.

Miraculously I made it through to

double figures, into high school,

bullied and buffeted after primary

where I had explored my new world,

now suddenly become serious.

JRTF

27/10/13