There are thousands of stars up in the skies like many unborn souls watching us with sad eyes. Waiting patiently biding time up in the skies .
Unborn Souls
They say we are born with all the knowledge of the universe, we loose it all before we’re one. It would just be a curse to know so much so young. Where would we go if we knew it all before we had begun.
Gentle souls up in the sky how can you bare what you see. You see us being two faced and you know how unkind we can be.You witness war, you see the politicians lie, you hear the good words and you see the millions die!
You see us misusing our planet poisoning rivers and fishing dry the oceans. You see us lying to ourselves vowing help to the oppressed and slowly going through the motions.
You see us abusing our children and our animals we all pretend this does not happen but it does and to deny it would be criminal. You see the money makers in the temples the bankers feeding off the poor and making it look simple.
All you see is grief and pain and lies, illness, plague,deceit corruption and in the end everyone dies. So knowing this it would be alarming if you did not scream your lungs out at the thought of being born.The effort and pain would be enough to make you bawl and shed blood tinged tears. You are entering a hell full of fears . There is no future and no hope for you, no reason for you to see it through.
Gentle stars from the skies you are ripped from the womb and brought forth from between your mothers’ thighs with all the weight of your gathered knowledge. You look into a humans’ eyes and thankfully your knowledge slowly dies.
Would that you could show us how to help our world , our selves and do it now.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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18 thoughts on “Stars and Birth”
Very philosophical and yet poetic in its best. I am glad to have read this post and to have known your blog. I will keep on coming back for more. 🙂
I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I am also grateful that you spotted my spelling mistake …. it was more that a typo it was a mistake! Thanks for spotting it and for generously calling it a typo! P.T.Y.P.
A somber thought but very true. The world needs all the help that it can get from as many people as possible. I like how you opened it up with talking about the stars in the universe. I’ll look at the differently from now on.
Thanks I was pleased with this poem it said what I wanted it to. I just hope it is strong enough. P.T.Y.P. means power to your pen ! my little wish to all writers of poetry or prose.
beautiful and spiritual writing. comparing stars to unborn souls looking down on us is a powerful opening. now every time i see the night sky i would think different. how ashamed we should be for abusing the gifts nature so lovingly gave us? i really enjoyed reading this work of art. keep writing.
Wow! “Gentle stars from the skies you are ripped from the womb and brought forth from between your mothers’ thighs with all the weight of your gathered knowledge.”
This IS amazing! Love your take on this 🙂
I don’t know why I associate the unborn with the stars like you. I feel if it were so,they would be ripped from the sky then suddenly awake inside this tiny empty vessel of a baby struggling on it’s way down the birth canal and out through the blood and sweat into a noisy bright and cold place with lots of hands and noise….. nightmare no wonder babies scream!! ewe we are getting deep!
🙂 I agree! I guess it’s the idea of ‘the shining soul’, and I’ve always thought of the waiting soul being in a place like space, only its not space… maybe the etheric double of space?!
But, I’ve always thought of re-birth as an agreement, not as ‘being ripped from the sky’… but we’ll never know – well, not until we die, anyway!!
Deeper and deeper we go , where we will end up no body knows. I do not really know the answer.I like your idea of double space. 😉
Very poetic, Willow. I can hear that screaming your lungs out at the thought of being born, oh I can.
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So knowing this it would be alarming if you did not scream your lungs out at the thought of being born.The effort and pain would be enough to make you bawl and shed blood tinged tears. You are entering a hell full of fears . There is no future and no hope for you, no reason for you to see it through.
willowdot21 
Very philosophical and yet poetic in its best. I am glad to have read this post and to have known your blog. I will keep on coming back for more. 🙂
Thank you for you kind words. I just wondered if it were true what the stars would think of us ..total horror no doubt!
Enjoyed. Love the creative format and general tone.
(One small typo: “enough to make you ball” should be “…. bawl”)
I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I am also grateful that you spotted my spelling mistake …. it was more that a typo it was a mistake! Thanks for spotting it and for generously calling it a typo! P.T.Y.P.
A somber thought but very true. The world needs all the help that it can get from as many people as possible. I like how you opened it up with talking about the stars in the universe. I’ll look at the differently from now on.
(By the way what does P.T.Y.P. mean?)
Thanks I was pleased with this poem it said what I wanted it to. I just hope it is strong enough. P.T.Y.P. means power to your pen ! my little wish to all writers of poetry or prose.
beautiful and spiritual writing. comparing stars to unborn souls looking down on us is a powerful opening. now every time i see the night sky i would think different. how ashamed we should be for abusing the gifts nature so lovingly gave us? i really enjoyed reading this work of art. keep writing.
Thank you, yes we all need to think again and try to become better people. We can only live in hope.
We come from star dust; certainly we hold the secrets of the Universe deep inside yet we’re blind to explore our depths…:(
yes, yes true.
Wow! “Gentle stars from the skies you are ripped from the womb and brought forth from between your mothers’ thighs with all the weight of your gathered knowledge.”
This IS amazing! Love your take on this 🙂
I don’t know why I associate the unborn with the stars like you. I feel if it were so,they would be ripped from the sky then suddenly awake inside this tiny empty vessel of a baby struggling on it’s way down the birth canal and out through the blood and sweat into a noisy bright and cold place with lots of hands and noise….. nightmare no wonder babies scream!! ewe we are getting deep!
🙂 I agree! I guess it’s the idea of ‘the shining soul’, and I’ve always thought of the waiting soul being in a place like space, only its not space… maybe the etheric double of space?!
But, I’ve always thought of re-birth as an agreement, not as ‘being ripped from the sky’… but we’ll never know – well, not until we die, anyway!!
Deeper and deeper we go , where we will end up no body knows. I do not really know the answer.I like your idea of double space. 😉
Very poetic, Willow. I can hear that screaming your lungs out at the thought of being born, oh I can.
Thank you Noeleen, who would want to be plucked from a gentle fiery furnament into this sad old world.
Oh Willow, I know, yet there is joy out there; joy & beauty. I insist!
Have a wonderful day, Willow 🙂
Thank you Noeleen you have a good day too, yes yes there is beauty in the world …………. so much beauty! xxxxxx 😀