Embryonic Being. Poem by John Clayton

Embryonic stage
a conscious being you were.
In a bubble of uncertainty,
possibly obscurity,
fighting for survival
waiting for your arrival.

Feelings of vibrational energy,
desire to survive,
learning to navigate
through a field of confusion,
that's no illusion.

Against the odds, you lived.
Plucked out onto an unwavering trajectory,
incoming tragedy,
incoming love,
incoming fear,
incoming joy,
incoming happiness.

No perception,
no fear of rejection,
sending you in a direction.
Blank canvas you are,
ready to embrace life as it is.

But what it is? You ask.
its evolution my child.
To grow, to learn, to live.

So grow, be strong,
do right, and one day
on my death bed,
I'll say, I am proud of you.

JC