Waiting to be Born

3954991177_90ed5da242What is waiting to be born
inside me,
hope and delicate, childlike faith
and courage.  I am
wrecked, at the moment.  Empty,
consumed, used up and useful to no one.

This
life
is too much to bear.

I’m waiting for it.
I’m wavering, it is
flickering within enough
to burn.
Bright and on, or
out.

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“Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!” [Yeats]

THIS WAS A WORD CANDY PROMPT.  What is waiting to be born?