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On the Run

It was always you,
from the beginning –
my beginning.

You were the serpent
Tempting me
until I was cursed

back in some ancient
story about a utopian
garden – Eden, it was called.

When my progenitor
gave birth you (or she)
slithered from the womb

Like an umbilical cord
choking me...
pulling me back,
back... yet repulsed
by you (her).

And I knew fear -
fear of losing something
of myself
fear of my desires.

But I'm free now.
I've stopped running.
I don't fear the dirt
beneath my feet -
it has no calling.

I'm free now.