When Water Breaks Poem by Dijon Noble

One cannot tell the depth of the sea by studying its surface, when I began to see life my eye sight lost all outward purpose.

If I found what I seek I fear it may leave me quickly, just as in death the breath leaves the body.

I'm dependent upon a collective mass of flesh within the structure of my chest which bears down on me often.

When each one of us becomes deceased we pray the essence of our memory will provide our descendants with peace.

Whatever proceeds from the womb is deposited in the depths of darkness; from the darkness of the womb I emerged to see the light of hardship.


~Dijon Noble~