All things must be brought into this world, one way or another.
Humans, cats, and octopi too.
Unadorned, unembellished plant pot,
Holds the key to a new life.
Tendrils filled with hope, reaching up and up and up again.
A lamp, now antique, still has that magic.
It brings life of its own into the world, a light in the dark.
A pen, flowing with ideas, waiting to be compiled.
Built upon a foundation of crisp paper,
Sturdy as ever, though it is frail.
One way or another, all things must be brought into this world.
Copyright © Cassandra Travis | Year Posted 2017
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