I emerge from earth and clay, like the Golem
I wonder why the breath of life was given to me
I see men sitting around the fire
Listening to old wives’ tales, no mention of me
Their laughter tightens the chain around my form
My heart beats slowly, my thoughts fading
Waiting for my story to begin.
Breath alone is not enough to live by
My blood pulses as I rush from place to empty space
Looking for that one chance to find a home
Someone to remove the chain that holds me to emptiness…
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