Birthing Reality

This thing rolling, spinning inside me, now causing chaos, quietly pressing out the bumps, breathing in desperately, breathing out a flood of impatience. How do I swim away when I have already drowned on the shores of that new world? What will it take to hang on and deliver the vision that lives inside? Reality is birthed from within. The blood of love is followed by the breaking of the waters and the wild, passionate concentration of pushing something into being. © Penny Kelly 11.20.2011