Mitosis
Within the womb of moments
protected, a part of my flesh,
unseen, it's my own,
this fusion of images,
when life breathed into the
nucleus of emotions,
I cannot say, but the blood
is flowing fast
the mitosis has begun,
multiplied into a body of words,
growing, then I will be able
to hide it no more, and one day
like the rising sun, it will
slowly eject into the expectant hands
of the sky, with a name of its own,
whom people will relate to,
or others ignore its existence;
on its life, I have no right,
yet the words always will remain my own.