she stood there waiting for season to change

for now her life mattered more than ever

safe in her was a world of its own

breathing, thriving, living, clever

 

she masked her fears

brave the nights

the thoughts of loosing it

made her sigh

 

for she knew someday soon

when time will be right

the life will blossom and

leave her side

 

love she not express

longing was not her to feel

birthing was her to remember

for she was nothing more than a vessel to be..