Since I’m getting all vulnerable out here with the writing, I am going to do something I have never done before, and share a poem I have written.

This tiny being next to me
Breathing softly in the dark
Her sounds are small
The very package she exists in is small
Her existence is fragile

And yet, she is powerful and terrifying force

She contains universes within her
and is filled with a thousand suns

A
Thousand
Suns

As her roots reach down and her leaves reach up
As she pulls energy in from mother, and then from other,
As she learns to return it as breath, laughter, and word,
Her power grows.

Does she know what lies within her?
Is she a goddess only pretending to sleep?
A creator only waiting?
A destroyer lying dormant?
Does she know that like a new star, she is the engine
already running
already ready to build, demolish, grant and take?

She’s begun the work with mother, giving a gift too precious and too beautiful to imagine,
While all the while building
the
deepest
hole.
Each breath heard, wracks an impossible debt.
If anything were to ever…

The thought can’t
And won’t
be finished.

No. Instead, the fears quiet and focus returns
To the tiny, thunderous, magnificent, delicate, addictive breath of this
tiny being next to me

Breathing softly in the dark