Face Everything And Rise-
Fuck Everything And Run.

January 31st,
Last of the month of this new year
I got the call I’d dreaded-
My baby brother was found dead.
He supported me in every way,
As of my fear-
It cannot flourish,
I’m again six weeks along
I’ve got souls and bodies to nourish.
I have grief to grieve and life to live
To tremble or stall has no place-

“One day at a time,”
Like it said on his hat,
The one he was wearing today when he breathed his last.
I must be ruthless I’m the face of fear-

I’m a wife yearning to be a mother
I’m a sister who just lost her brother.
I’m a daughter who still misses her mom.
I’m a mother to souls unborn,

And to the hope in my organs,
That I’ll be a mother,
That I’ll make it three trimesters along.
I’ll hold one of my children,
So I cannot dwell in fear,
I got the call…
I’ve got grief to grieve,
Life to live and give.
Souls and bodies to nourish,
So there is no time
Unless it’s needed,
No time for tears or fears,
Only hopeful courage.

I’ve got souls and bodies to nourish.
I have grief to grieve and life to live-
In me- fear may not flourish.

“One day at a time,”
Like it said on his hat,
The one he was wearing, when he breathed his last.
Face Everything And Rise,
Face the fear to become the light.