The Right child
Now awakened
Cries for her due

As she grows
So does her need
To be heard

The Left child
Once dominant
Now confused, unsure
Cries for reason

The battle
For sovereignty

All the while
The Blue Stack Mountains
And green rolling hills
Burn in my memory

The ocean pulls me
As the tide
Gaoth Dobhair winds

To write,
To write,
To write…..

About musingmirror

A writer of many genres, always in search of creative inspiration.
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