It isn't that I fear
Or lie in bed wondering
How and when I will lose the ones
That I hold dear 
But hear me out-
I am a woman; a mother
By these facts alone I am
Considered the weaker vessel
I was born as such
With no say in the matter
Into a most inhospitable form
Or perhaps
More to the point
My form was forced
And therefore I feel it has
Betrayed me
And so how am I to reconcile
The disparity?
I want to be strong
Yet my foundation
Was built on sand
And I have yet to figure a way
To stop searching for
 A soft place to land
You see
What I know for certain
Is that in the end
All I have
Is me