(for Myke)
It pains me to see
you wound up
over
your own existence
Your soul is a snail
twisting its viscera
to progress
from embryo
to adulthood
Foot
over
mouth
heels
under
Head
Deliberately
experiencing
the atrophy
before the unbearable pain
of bearing
the shell
of your sanctuary and prison
You must survive
this rite of passage
What is important is never easy
—
Genevieve Mae Aquino was born in Manila but calls Davao her home. She has a clutch of diplomas in molecular biology and genetics. She was fellow for Poetry in English at several national creative writing workshops.
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