The Hills: Chronicles of a New Mother

There are these things I feel,

It's pain but not,

the hills... they move,

they go pink,

They go white!

They go red!

I will pout and cry,

I will YEEELLLLLL,

I will bite!

The hills are alive,

vertically they go and this that is not but is,

is here.

How much longer will this be,

I will in the mean time...

just move.

Jaw.

Hands.

Arms.

Feet.

With my whole might and to the beat,

for these hills they beat the beat that is but is not.

After all,

I smile,

I discover,

new feelings I wonder,

Look!

What is this I see in the mirror,

something white is thither!

Til the next go around I'll see,

what's the next feeling,

what will I see....

more hills,

growing within.

Well I'll just simply smile bright smiles til then.

Poem by Michelle Marin

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