A poem re: my journey this year

 

Some of life's most exciting journey's don't happen on the road... 

I am not I but a vessel
A sturdy ship offering refuge
to an unborn passenger

I am not I but the wind
Tossing aside all regard
for that which blocks my path

I am not I but a mammal
Instinctively molding, changing
to build a nurturing nest

I am not I but a mother
Forgetting self in order to be
steady for her passenger,
strong in the face of danger,
ever changing for her kin.

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