a kind of birth

the image that comes to mind
is that of circles
some alone in the space
others intersecting
but circles

no definite beginning
no definite ending

so many ways to remind that
from endings come beginnings
once you reach Home from one journey
you find a map for another

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you get to a place,
or maybe some do,
where a birthday is different
like a choice to die to an old way
another year has passed but in its pile of ashes
lies the seed for a new year

doors begin to open
from one chance
comes another and another
till you can no longer see the place of origin
you’re in a labyrinth of opportunties

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“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”
Gilda Radner

 

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~ by hannahcsykes on June 29, 2008.

One Response to “a kind of birth”

  1. I like this, Hannah. I like it a lot. My birthday is just around the corner, and I believe that I am seeing that door…the one that opens into the labyrinth of my opportunities.

    Peace, friend…

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