Bloodlines between my birth

Between her thighs, deeply in pain, on the streets of nowhere with empathy-filled strangers and her mother, my grandmother. I struggled, pulled, screamed into the sadness surrounding the world i was soon to be a part of.

Before i could give it a moment's thought, i was out. Pulling through forcefully, like lion about to devour, was pain to my mother's own. For in pain did she conceive me, and in pain was i born, hence she called me. Pain. 

Swoosh, swoosh, the cradle swings that nestled me, the bundled babe. In the now tamed silence of the night, she watched me gently, taking in my first slumber. Sweet songs, leaped from her throat burning the anguish that surrounded me, of evil-eyeing spirits from my father's side. The pain, was gone, and there laid a pretty babe - so naive in all her innocence of a world to come.

In the instance of time stretched out, she laid peacefully without a thought or care, as her dreams floated above her head. For in her land of  dreams, unbeknownst to she, unveiled hidden truths of a journey to come. A map traced diligently in the depths of her mind's eye, is dropped into the sea of her subconscious. From faraway, news reached ears as evil-eyers moaned in pain for the birth of she, the babe in the cradle. 

Sun rays tore through the violet of the night - like goodness over evil.  The heavens open in adoration, as a seed of power was placed into her sleep - waiting for the right moment to be sowed. 

This was her second stroke. 

This i  called the seed.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The story is getting harder and colder. Some life begin hard and get worst. I like the hardness of the story. The language and set-up of this story is amazing. Thank you for the excellent chapter.
Coyote