A villanelle regarding the fact that I am moving from my chosen home for my son.
But, the baby needs more than me.
Even if my body is his feed.
Now, I'll be separated from the sea.
A loser forced to flee,
I tried to plead.
But, the baby needs more than me.
I moved overseas,
I just wanted to succeeded.
Now, I'll be separated from the sea.
Tired of feeling crappy.
First three months, I couldn't stop the bleed.
But, the baby needs more than me.
I finished my degree,
started baking with flaxseed.
Now, I'll be separated from the sea.
Moving countries, I had to agree.
It's better for him, indeed.
But, the baby needs more than me.
Now, I'll be separated from the sea.
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