I am swollen
With anticipation
My body doesn’t understand
And so i am afraid
Fear is familiar
But still frightening
It is a powerful storm
Uppn which I float
My wise mind is the rope
to which I cling
It holds fast.
My trepidation is crashing waves and rolling thunder
I am choosing to go back under
The storms will come.
I am ready to look back
So I can move forward
Once and for all
I am going weeding
So my flowers can thrive
They need a little rain to r e a l l y come alive
Every bloom and every blade
Sprouts from every tough choice that I have made
Forming another link my armor
I am stronger
Every day
Good choices compound infinitely
& I am now a woman of sober dignity.
