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Process of Purification
I want to be a mother
for twenty three years i swore against it
never considered myself cut out for the task
imagined it through the dreadful job i saw
others were doing
a year ago i began working with youth
held small trembling fingertips
in my own feeble hands
grew strength to acknowledge
the yearning inside
to create
the most sacred bond
our existence allows
it will be ten years
before i deem myself worthy
i take no job more seriously
than bringing forth new life
new perspectives
new choice
i must stand before myself
and honestly ask
if i am worthy of being looked up to
if i am humble enough
to learn from infant vulnerability
what it means to protect
while keeping space for freedom
many births are accidental
regretted
a painful cycle of what came before
i want to sink my roots deep enough
to support the eternal truth
of their splendor
i want to awaken in them
a confidence and liberty
to live a life undefined by expectation
mine
or society's
or gods
i do not wish to implant my own impressions
i could only hope to carve a safety net which will
cushion and push
beyond their limits
and expand them into the new and untold destiny
of their choosing
i must be strong and gentle
i must be compassionate and wise
i must relinquish my fears and replace them with fondness
for the unexpected
ten years of conscious intention
ten years of purification
ten years of creating a mirror which will reflect in a partner
equally ready to join this crusade
a life transformed by giving and receiving
the gift of consciousness openly freely and with the greatest endeavor of Love
beginning with myself
its no longer just about me
but it begins with an inner journey
and ends with that first screech of life
that first breath
that sacred legacy i will leave
only when i am ready
in ten years will i be ready?
there is no time but now to begin
for twenty three years i swore against it
never considered myself cut out for the task
imagined it through the dreadful job i saw
others were doing
a year ago i began working with youth
held small trembling fingertips
in my own feeble hands
grew strength to acknowledge
the yearning inside
to create
the most sacred bond
our existence allows
it will be ten years
before i deem myself worthy
i take no job more seriously
than bringing forth new life
new perspectives
new choice
i must stand before myself
and honestly ask
if i am worthy of being looked up to
if i am humble enough
to learn from infant vulnerability
what it means to protect
while keeping space for freedom
many births are accidental
regretted
a painful cycle of what came before
i want to sink my roots deep enough
to support the eternal truth
of their splendor
i want to awaken in them
a confidence and liberty
to live a life undefined by expectation
mine
or society's
or gods
i do not wish to implant my own impressions
i could only hope to carve a safety net which will
cushion and push
beyond their limits
and expand them into the new and untold destiny
of their choosing
i must be strong and gentle
i must be compassionate and wise
i must relinquish my fears and replace them with fondness
for the unexpected
ten years of conscious intention
ten years of purification
ten years of creating a mirror which will reflect in a partner
equally ready to join this crusade
a life transformed by giving and receiving
the gift of consciousness openly freely and with the greatest endeavor of Love
beginning with myself
its no longer just about me
but it begins with an inner journey
and ends with that first screech of life
that first breath
that sacred legacy i will leave
only when i am ready
in ten years will i be ready?
there is no time but now to begin
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