Come with me on this journey.
I don’t know where I’m going
but I’m pregnant
and I’m seven months past showing
up to this stage where.
I have to face of all my fears.
And when I get finished I will leave them here.
Pick up my dignity on my way out as if it were too heavy to hold.
And prepare as if I knew I had to walk in rain.
Pray with it like my hands touching is kept it all together.
I can’t give birth yet.
Not til I move this mountain, and have the nerve to carress the breasts of my worst nightmare.