Poem

September 24, 2014

She waxes and she wanes.
At her fullest,
at her most empty. Each
will return again. By listening
to the silence of her being,
she stays present
to the pain, present
to the pregnancy.

Her possibilities, her potential,
will return,
if she misses it
this time.

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