I try to remember what it felt like.
When inside I already know.
I can feel it,
like a breathe brought back to life, right inside of me.
If only we knew what was to happen next.
Patience is the biggest test.
Magic happens, it really does.
It comes like the freshest breathe of wind, then it tips you over.
So all that is left are your two arms and hands reaching out.
Reaching out to be held, caressed,
And to know that you’re enough…