a gentle stirring
takes root -
deep in my gut,
sucked into a vortex,
my insides churn
and sink
into nowhere;
a little heart
is tossed up
into a bubbling
cauldron of sorts,
a magic spell
rises out to numb
my wobbly knees,
tipsy fingers and toes,
the waters break,
waves of pain and joy
rise and fall,
waiting for love
to be birthed.
takes root -
deep in my gut,
sucked into a vortex,
my insides churn
and sink
into nowhere;
a little heart
is tossed up
into a bubbling
cauldron of sorts,
a magic spell
rises out to numb
my wobbly knees,
tipsy fingers and toes,
the waters break,
waves of pain and joy
rise and fall,
waiting for love
to be birthed.
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