Traces of light pink 
to remind me of 
my fertility.

It wanes like the moon now.

Maturity has taught me 
that my worth is not 
just my fertility.

Waves of creativity 
heave and contract 
with pressure inside and out.

I am resilient and will prevail.
– I am not done – 
for every end is 
only just a beginning.

Like seasons and tides
Ideas spark and fade.
I grasp to catch them.

Some are shining jewels, 
others covered in mud and 
less revealing.

Each one a gem from my heart 
to yours.