I thoughtit was

love allright

flowingthrough

my veins

I did notknow

I just feltpain

a woundedboy

a woundedrace

we hadbabies

we livedour in

and outbreaths

together

as if wecould

make you 

whole again

we moved

with thetide

as if wewere

a single wave

an ocean

ofdifference

differentlands

differentdreams

differenthopes

differentneeds

I thoughtit was

love allright

you and Iand

our mocha

colouredbabies

I was on Malibu beach with my friend Toni when I almost drowned in a couple of inches of water.Being a real good swimmer I did not realise the danger of the strongundercurrent and my inability to get a grip under my feet because of hundredsof sharp little white shells along the shoreline. I saw Toni in her brightyellow dress with her big pregnant belly move away from me while gasping forair every time I got my head above the water. Unable to scream or catch herattention otherwise, I realised for the first time that I was truly on my ownand responsible for this little entity growing inside me. It was the end of anera and I made a concsious agreement with myself to live and to be a mother forthis child. When I finally caught Tony’s attention I  was sitting on shore covered in blood fromthe many little cuts on both my hands and knees. Nobody told me it was going to be easy.