Yin Awakening

There is afterbirth on the floor

I can see the remnants of my old cocoon of self spilt and scattered

This was a journey

A journey to the depths of where the flame of my existence was sparked by my own wet matches

—oh how patiently I waited for them to dry

I have labored in the dark giving birth to myself, version upon version

at first the universe thought it’d try for a girl—delicate and gentle, fragile and sweet

But I kept growing into a warrior of the fiercest kind

Finally after millennia, the universe abandoned the cause

It had sired an army, too powerful to be tamed, too bright to even witness

Each version of me carrying that hope for softness but not yet seeing it realized

But now, through my own parthenogenesis

Have I emerged—Tender and Strong, Beautiful and Brave

And fully complete within my being