the womb by Linda M. Crate

the womb
 
i hunger to be reborn
in the womb
there is warmth, comfort,
food, ease
i want that warm darkness;
to slide away all that devours me
i want to be carried by another
for that protection to envelope me--
death doesn't hurt
life does
i want to know a place between
them again
black sky with the promise of hope
give me those inky black feathers,
the womb is a gift i want to receive
again;
to lay a place that is not want
where voices are a comfort not the chains
of pain that cut
in webs of agony found in the spiderwebs
well acquainted with longevity
of living in a world born of nightmares
instead of dreams.


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​Linda M. Crate's poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has five published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), and splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018), and one micro-chapbook Heaven Instead (Origami Poems Project, May 2018). She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).