Gaea

You were full of promise,
you were heavy with burden.
The expectation
of a nation,
sat in every fold
of your gross
exaggeration

You were filled with blood,
you were kept in stone.
In the killing wild,
the precious child,
laid the path for your
bold body
to be deified.

You were ample for their needs,
you were ever reborn.
Until they fought,
influencing thought
and in the bitter
held darkness
new stories were sought.

You were packed down in mud,
you were thrown to the fishes.
They hoped you drowned,
but you abound
growing in slumber
so what was
lost can now be found

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