A process of becoming,
Of breaking the mould of who you are.
Once one free spirt flying,
Now a vessel for a speck of star.
The moment that life begins in you,
You try it on for size.
A new title, not just a word.
In you, life continued, future rise.
And as your belly swells,
Making room for growing limbs.
You imagine how your life will be,
After birth, when it all begins.
You don’t know exactly what is in store,
But you can sense the shifting tide.
A power grounding you in yourself,
Preparing you for this ride.
And the power that you find in this,
The wisdom you uncover.
Is as deep as the earth itself,
Ancient & life-giving as the mother.
It will crack you open and fill you up,
Some days will be harder than you’ve ever known.
This is the transition of maiden to mother,
Matrescence - a finding of your new home.