First I was a mixture,
but now I am a life.
Am I here because of love,
was I conceived from a thrill 
or because of not taking the pill.

 

As I lie in my darkened world,
will I survive the trip to come?
As I wait before I am young,
will nature choose to cease my life
or will it be done by man's own will?

 

Within this woman, with whom I share my life,
I rely on her thoughtfulness for me.
Will she be kind and good, consume the things she should.
Or will she decide to turn to alcohol and drugs,
which will affect my developing my developing person
and leave me maimed through life.

 

I move, I feel and make my presence known.
I cannot yet hear and cannot yet see,
but I do know how you care for me.
The way you gently stroke my outer wall
or carelessly jolt me about.

 

I have now fully developed
in my own cocoon.
How long will I survive the World outside?
I may live to love I may live to hate,
but it is with reality, that I must relate.

 

It's nearly time for my journey 

to a destination completely unknown.
Will the journey be a full-filling?
It could be fast and easy
or it could be slow and feel far,
when I do arrive, I know for that moment, I will be the star. ©

 

This was my very first poem, written in1974 as part of School Certificate English, post discharge from the Army at age 23.

 

Written in 1974, Copyright Reserved