I might often seem distant,
Lost in the darkness of my deeds,
In the fathoms of my need for life
But you sit stubborn and unmoving-
Somewhere in the back of my mind
I will not promise never to fail you,
I will not promise to love you everyday
But in the strongest fold of my being,
You persist, and this fleeting hour-
I am glad I throbbed in the womb
That unapologetically formed you first.
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