Embryo, a poem by Urhuru at Spillwords.com



written by: Urhuru


The first stage is always the easiest.
A spark – a sudden surge of excitement,
Seven thousand ideas race through.

Morning sickness,
I’m told it happens to everyone,
So I relax.
Pain comes before pleasure.

I feel heavy,
Thoughts protruding,
Visions of success lay before me,
But I hit a wall.
My babies die before they are formed.

Then I understood,
That dreaming big is not enough.
Endless possibilities are everyone’s portion.
That word fills one with hope,
That word is also vague and empty,
A coffin- a refuge for dry bones.

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