Into this world, I am born.
Though I don’t remember that day
in a May long ago,
the records will show
that JA was born.
There are photos and such
to say it is so,
but I don’t know much of that time,
which started my climb
to the present-day May
when I write the words ‘I am born.’
There should be a clue or a sign
on the timeline from then
’til now that the verse
that would flow through my pen
(for better or worse)
lay within the child that was born.
And what of my notions
on thought and emotions?
Are they part of the grand design
of why I am here?
Is what I hold true
ever meant to come through
strong and clear for others to hear?
How did I grow from a child
and a teen (so unsure
of her reason to be)
to who I’ve become:
a woman who’s smiled
in the face of fear,
now secure her words hold the key?
As I march to the drum
of my Libra Moon and Taurean Sun,
the call of my Soul
supersedes the needs of the one.
Present and whole, I am born!