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—</p><p id="1651">I seek refuge in her innocence...</p><p id="5249">© Sana Rose 2020</p><p id="80e2"><b><i>From ‘Songs of Motherhood’ Written on June 22nd, 2016</i></b></p><h2 id="c8b6">More from ‘Songs of Motherhood’:</h2><div id="5f52" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/ode-to-a-nestling-29a826dc149b"> <div> <div> <h2>Ode To A Nestling</h2> <div><h3>Songs of Motherhood — 1 (A poem)</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*kjC5FqY5_dPt3y9C)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="f84f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/pink-and-blue-445175ae6ca9"> <div> <div> <h2>Pink and Blue</h2> <div><h3>A miscarriage is a dreadful experience that unleashes grief, guilt and regrets upon a woman</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/r

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esize:fit:320/0*MudV_GJqtUDb93np)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="c895" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/while-youre-still-in-the-nest-daa6cf99f9d4"> <div> <div> <h2>While You're Still in the Nest</h2> <div><h3>Before it’s too late…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*ccuEkWBvEraUTCoJ)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="636a"><a href="http://www.sanarose.com"><b>Sana Rose</b></a><b> </b>is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling professional, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut novel <i>Sandcastles </i>was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication.</p><h1 id="18e0">Join her on:</h1><p id="b7a3"><a href="http://instagram.com/sanahrose"><i>Instagram</i></a><i> <a href="http://twitter.com/sanahrose">Twitter</a> <a href="http://facebook.com/SanaRoseOfficial">Facebook</a></i></p></article></body>

Sometimes, a child is the only relief in this confusing world…

There are cracks in the shell —

I'm stepping out...

The colours flow away — blood red, live green, bruised blue, oldened yellow — in the rivulets formed by the monsoon rain along the sidewalk.

The rain-washed air is laden with aromas of another twilight's blessed cuisine...

The cold pricks my nostrils, I have it in me — the rage, the tremble, the rebellion; I hold back only to dilute the burns within...

At night, my feet freeze; I snuggle closer to the cherub sleeping in the folds of my second skin.

She kicks off blankets, nothing beats the warmth radiating from her mother's flesh.

Fear is limiting —

I seek refuge in her innocence...

From ‘Songs of Motherhood’ Written on June 22nd, 2016

POETRY | MOTHERHOOD | LIFE

The Refuge

Sometimes, a child is the only relief in this confusing world…

More from ‘Songs of Motherhood’:

Ode To A Nestling

Songs of Motherhood — 1 (A poem)

Pink and Blue

A miscarriage is a dreadful experience that unleashes grief, guilt and regrets upon a woman

While You're Still in the Nest

Before it’s too late…

Join her on: