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There is death
In every new beginning

The tears of loss
Quenching the thirst
Of that new sprout

As the baby’s lungs fill with its first breath
The mother spills her blood
The home she built with love
And care
And nutrients leached from her own
Flesh and bone

And there is fear in that death
The uprooted soul
Searching for where to go
Wandering
Wondering
If it will find a home

Will it ever feel safe again?
Will this turmoil ever end?
What will this new beginning bring?
Will there be
A place
For me?

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