Motherhood
She wasn’t ready
The swelling of her belly
The stretching of skin
Her body no longer a temple
But a vessel
The goddess of beauty
Can’t seem to see
The new vision that she is blooming
Motherhood isn’t always welcomed
Not until the blooms have blossomed
And the seasons have passed
And the vessel has became a time capsule
Nothing but a case for the memories she didn’t understand would one day be treasured moments
Sometimes we
Take for granted our fertility
Not realizing the beauty thats coming
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nice description and transitions between metaphors, temple, vessel, time capsule