Poetry by Emma Gostonczik

Buds of growth from nothingness
A bit of earth bears life
When humanity has fallen
The tree of life hears our cry

 

It whispers its song

A tuneful melody lifts us high
It’s calling, I hear it
Time to sing along

 

I shudder in desperation
I yearn to live and grow

Sweeping away yesterday’s end
This is my gift to you

 

Come, gather in my arms

For my limbs long for your touch
I am the giver, beholder of life
And you are my saplings

 

the end
what is it
a final chapter or a prologue

i take in my last breaths deeply

vivid sensations of color and light
indulgence in what before seemed mundane
it was then i knew my last breath

may once again give life

the end
what is it

a final chapter or a prologue

i take in my last breaths deeply

vivid sensations of color and light
indulgence in what before seemed mundane
it was then i knew my last breath

may once again give life