Preparing oneself to become a human toilet
In an effort to catch the last opportunity to birth life
Is daunting at best.
Risking life and lung (or other internal organ) to satisfy
The urge that had been suppressed
Due to years of life’s despair weighing heavily on a realists
Perception’s of future seen through the lenses of hopelessness
Taking too much time to play while youthful had put motherless at this crossroad
Though signs of hope fluttered in and out when surrounded by children’s laughter, sights of round bundles cuddled by mom’s and/or playing and teaching our own little ones.
What was once impossible instantaneously became comprehensible.
The pangs of the worlds hope rang stronger-more audible throughout the
stalactites of this vestige of modern antiquity, ignoring the synapses of the brain
but instead rooting for the heart and womb to fully bloom.
….slowly drips into drying pools
Patience….love…guidance…trust… all needed to nurture seedlings
Alright just make the product safe, sound and healthy
All things in the proper order
No meds, no needs, no issues
Not having it just to have it
Conquering fears to love wholly….finally!
Who will put the butterfly in the withering cocoon?
Options of superheroes escape the aging-
But is it too much to ask for a morally apt MAN with lumber sized “tools” that aren’t sagging and FULLY functional?
Shropshire copyright Jan 2012