A life to be

A life to be 

Half him

Half her

It’s just a droplet

A wee speck

A scratch

A pinprick

A  tiny thing

Invisible

to the human eye

Smaller than

the dot

at the end of this sentence.

It hardly exists

And yet it does.

With so many

hopes and dreams

invested in it.

A fragile life.

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems