I often think aboutÂ
Who my future childÂ
Will be.Â
For so long I imaginedÂ
That they would come
From me.Â
From my skin and cells,
My body’s natural curation
Of life.Â
But now that I amÂ
A wombless woman
I don’t know if we will shareÂ
Blood.Â
But that doesn’t matter
Because I know that the most important
Thing that makes a family
Is love.Â
It is red hearts
Not red veins.
And I will loveÂ
And love
And love
And love
Until my heart aches.Â
But I know that it will neverÂ
Ever give out.Â
Recently I have found that theÂ
Meaning of poetryÂ
Is to engage in an act
Of love.Â
Using wordsÂ
To name feelings.Â
To create a mosaicÂ
Of the soul.Â
Me and you, my child
Will be poetry.Â
We will danceÂ
And singÂ
And talk
And cryÂ
And be.Â
One with the making of my past
That now becomes your present.Â
While our hearts may pump
Different blood
They will still beatÂ
To the same rhythm.
Musicians of the heart,
Dancers of the soul,
Poets to the world.Â
Transcended meanings
Of life and love.
«This is Day 30 of my 30 poems in 30 days challenge for National Poetry Month! While this poetry project is coming to an end, I feel that I have grown so much and become a stronger writer, poet, and human being because of it. If you read even one poem, thank you so much for reading. I blurted my soul into each and every one of these. 30 moments of my heart in words. Thank you for being here, I love you<3»
This is so beautiful, wow 💛
I’m crying. So so beautiful. True and raw. My heart felt hugged. Thank you.