I often think about
Who my future child
Will be.
For so long I imagined
That they would come
From me.
From my skin and cells,
My body’s natural curation
Of life.
But now that I am
A wombless woman
I don’t know if we will share
Blood.
But that doesn’t matter
Because I know that the most important
Thing that makes a family
Is love.
It is red hearts
Not red veins.
And I will love
And love
And love
And love
Until my heart aches.
But I know that it will never
Ever give out.
Recently I have found that the
Meaning of poetry
Is to engage in an act
Of love.
Using words
To name feelings.
To create a mosaic
Of the soul.
Me and you, my child
Will be poetry.
We will dance
And sing
And talk
And cry
And be.
One with the making of my past
That now becomes your present.
While our hearts may pump
Different blood
They will still beat
To the same rhythm.
Musicians of the heart,
Dancers of the soul,
Poets to the world.
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.