The Original Narcissist

[LunaDeLore]

Life doesn't mind my self-concern.
I became its golden girl when I
pushed past the last potentials, stealing
existence from my brother, my sister.
Life values nothing but its own continuation,
and I have borne a child.

(first title was, Like Mother, Like Daughter)
(second title was, Life, the Original Narcissist)

Lizz,

I like how you ended the poem with an immortal sense but I too feel somewhat uncomfortable with the title. That's not saying it doesn't work or that it isn't fine like it is.

Good write.

Luna