Progress

Stuck.

Aware of two things.

I can no longer tolerate

What was.

I can’t see how to 

Get there.

And get where

Exactly?

Gak!

My guides show me

A whale 

Breeching.

Reminding me of 

A moment

When I had evidence

To believe in life

Again.

Why have I hardened

Myself?

Why is it so uphill

To feel love?

The repercussions of our

Collective choices

Haunt me.

What can I do?

I am just one.

I started giving birth

To something new

But the baby has not

Progressed.

Why did I stop pushing?

Distracted by the busy

And the not enough?

Again?

I can’t do this alone.

Is that why I stopped?

Or was it fear?

This baby will come, or

We will both die.

There’s no going back

now.

No matter how much I may 

Wish it.

The birth of a new way

Is in progress

With or without us.

Nature can insist.

Breech.