Poem: My Children...

My children don’t have flesh and bones 

but walk through the face of the earth in the hands of others. 

They carry my soul in every touch, every idea and every smile I help to set free in exchange for loneliness. 

Sometimes my children get dressed with ink 

and have hurt for breakfast 

to bring sunshine by evening time.

They bathe in hopes and dreams in a world made of graveyards

waiting for the moment to shred their skin.

My children live under the ground and the top of the trees. 

They dance with the ocean and fly in the sky. 

They are hugs of freedom and untamed love

with no conditions or cage to hold.

My children are the ecstasy of my destruction and the creation of my soul,

my purpose and my redemption that fuel every word.

My children are born in the darkness 

only to be seen and touched 

by those who dare to dream...

and refuse control. 

By Dakini Elora

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