Suddenly, I am.

Within my dreams
I am a field of soil
A gentle rain
The timid sun.
Once sweet slumber arrives
To caress my mind
I am everything,
and yet I am no one.

Within my dreams
A flower blooms inside of me.
I give it only what I can
the gift of life
the birth of man.

And painlessly
I am the bread,

How can it be
that suddenly,
A void is filled

The ache, the desire,
The insatiable burning fire
Is fed forever.

I have become,

I have become,

I have become,
a mother.


* I wrote this poem from a recurring dream I had of birthing a baby boy without any pain*

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