birth waited us to see the garrison of enemies, and <br />the womb awake the pain of the promise in the garden of <br />Adam and Eve, where the pouring out of punishment <br />resolved <br /> <br />hide me in your strongest muscle and guide my youth to <br />the destined land, rushing my fingers toes to the cliff of death <br />in the bleed I fade <br /> <br />release my bosom arm and hurried me not to my weaknesses <br />and hold to the roaring rain in the blood of my mother's sweat, <br />stay into the turn of the tide and lay my diaper suite of <br />emptiness loose <br /> <br />my heart linger on as my legs settle on the ground of home <br />crib, i breathe, crying to be feed and laughing to be cradle in <br />the first step i touch the portal of my enemy <br /> <br />by two i walk, until in the last day leaving with three legs i limb, <br />alas! for a miles i floats in a distance i fly for no one ever lift my <br />struggle of return, on my heavenly destiny home i belong <br /> <br />oh! my immortal soul, may this moment to stay learn more <br />to be, true in a miles of enemy, i will be forever go; a portal of <br />my day to open the wonder of my strength to be free......<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portal-of-enemy/
