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The Weight of Creation

The womb is an echo

of the earth’s breath,

a chamber of soft waters

holding life’s first whispers.

A mother’s love is ancient as stone,

timeless as the roots of trees,

a rhythm of heartbeats

deep in the soil of her soul,

her arms a canopy

of quiet shade.

In the shadow of a storm’s rage,

lightning finds its path,

leaves its tree-like scars

etched in fiery trails

along a tender canvas of skin.

Burst capillaries,

Are they love, or are they survival?

They say those who’ve met the lightning

have touched the wild breath of heaven,

have faced its bright teeth

and lived to tell the tale.

The mother’s womb,

like this,

holds its own storm within,

the quickening of life

like thunder in her veins.

She bears the weight of creation,

as the earth weathers the storm fully,

and her love,

like bursts of lightning,

leaves its traces,

rapidly shifting between tenderness and fury.

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Bio:

Bonnin Jara, 20, is a philosophy student at the University of the Philippines Los Baños. He enjoys slices of life, fan fiction, and the dark academia genre.

@bonninjara on Instagram

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