When did
I expect joy exclusively
Never to
experience life's tempestuous whimsy
When did
I learn to own the pain
Not just
gleaning the lesson, but owning the shame
Our
feelings are gifts, our GPS to guide us
Not a
rift in time to cower and bind us
When did
I expect it to ever be breezy
Birthing
my highest me
Contractions
are not easy
It's the
pulling, the pushing
The
writhing in pain
That
gives way to love
Universal
in name
The
twists and the turns
Will at
times leave us screaming
But in
that precious moment
We truly
start seeing
If we can
push past the agony
Still
breathing, tears streaming
Not dead,
still here, tiny flame flickering
We find
we are starting to believe in....
Something.
3/1/13 S. Shaharazade
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