Years Go By

Years go by,
Time flies,
And I wait for your message —
To enter this reality of mine
That feels oh so cold,
Oh so disrupted,
Oh so divided.

I do not know who you are,
Or if you exist.
Yet I pray that the day will come
When I shall transmute all that once caused me pain,
Learn from every lesson,
And create a new life.

I like to think of it as a big bang —
A cataclysmic change in the state of affairs.
But life reminds me
That creation is a slow unfolding.
Like a mother, pregnant,
Cradling the seed of a new world.

The child is formed in silence,
Perfect in every phase.
Ah, such beauty —
A pleasure I hope one day will be mine.
To be blessed, that such a miracle
Be bestowed upon me —
The honour, the purpose
For which I believe I was made.