Embryo Poem by Urhuru Erebi

The first stage is always the easiest.
A spark -
A sudden surge of excitement,
A thousand thoughts race through.


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


I feel heavier,
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 is everyone's portion.
Potential:
That word fills one with hope,
That word is also vague and empty,
A coffin- a refuge for dry bones.