Ceased Growth

Ceased Growth

In the home so safe and secure
Every wisp of gentle air 
Filled with love, so divine and pure, 
Caressed us with utmost care. 

It was a cosy place called the womb. 
Where we did dwell
And as we slowly started to bloom, 
Things weren’t well. 

The cosy abode turned into hell, 
As it couldn’t bear
After being struck and shattered by the shell, 
And was damaged beyond repair. 
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