Poetry. Halfway mark

Here we are, at the halfway mark.

I picture you floating in a tranquil sea within me

And I feel awash with that same peace.

Like the vastness of space, you are an enigma.

Yet borne of me, you are my stardust.

As you expand, you are The Big Bang—

Our very own miracle.

Our very own universe.

Eternity lies before us,

But for now, I’m at the mercy of Time,

Pregnant with anticipation.