My Mother's Womb and Will

By Navya Shukla

My mother’s womb and will

by third year Kazrin Novus

Take a look at that creature

Brewing in your womb

You call yourself it’s mother

Breathing life into clay

Goddess creating life

Do you feel you have failed,

Now that your creation takes part in its own making?

Tell me 

Goddess 

would you leave your work unfinished 

Because I had a vision for myself?

Would you have me fire myself in the kiln

Burning away that motherly touch?

Goddess,

I wither under your gaze

Pray for your affection

The clay begs to be molded by your hand

As well as mine

Can we not make room for two sets of hands?

Can my life be a collaboration?