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From the Bottom of the Well
From the bottom of the well, they threw a rope.
The tug of war — at the center of my core.
Red. All I saw was red —
Curled up like the koru
In the darkness — te kore.
No hues on the seabed,
But the lifeline they threw.
The mothers and fathers,
The chains of my lineage —
I could not bear to pull
My weight.
I could not bear to weave
My strand of the story.
Take it from me — the burden.
But from the bottom of the well, they threw a rope.
The tug was tender, the pull was faint,
And in the red I saw —
My heart humming still,
Perfectly tuned
To the bliss and bruises
Of a fine world
To which I belong.
The mothers and fathers,
Running through my veins,
Held me in the well,
Held me in the pain.
They said:
“It is yours — the gift of life.
Weave it, with a rope,
With a tug of war at the centre of your core.
Weave it — with a broken heart,
With a living heart.
Weave it.''
-A poem that came to me tonight.
Notes:
Koru – A spiral shape based on the unfurling fern frond, symbolising new life, growth, and return to the source.
Te Kore – The void or realm of potential; in Māori cosmology, the place of nothingness from which all creation begins.
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From the Bottom of the Well
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