Back to the Beginning

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 19 Nov 2022

Back to the Beginning

I cracked the shell.
The light of hell.
My eyes can’t see.
Snuggle destiny.
It’s cold outside.
My feathers bright.
I stand on the edge.

I have no illusions.
I’m about to fall
flat on my face.
The time has come.
There’s no way I’ll fly.
I’m about to die.

Mama,
will you take me back
inside the egg,
inside your heart,
beside your soul?
Within your brain,
I would remain.

Mama, I’m gonna fall.
Please hear my call.
I’m about to die.
I’m not made to fly.

With her beak, she pushes me.
I'm on the ground alone.
I close my eyes really tight.
A cat has seen me tumble
out of the nest.
Maybe it’ll fulfill my wish
and grant me eternal rest?

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Vincent Van Zandvoort

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love.

Poetry / Prose

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres, including science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, thriller, horror, and drama. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love. Here, you’ll find something that resonates with everyone.