Birth

 She rubbed my head, gently

Getting her hands red with blood

Of her new child in flesh

And I tell you 

I'm nothing but an effigy

Of mud and her tears of pain

She made me out of herself

I come from within her

And so do you. 

Yes it's her

And let me be known

As a piece of her 

Very own broken heart

While I heal it

With time. 

I am a fragment of the nature.