childbirth castles in the sky

my senses have being tapped to receive

the possibilities of feeling pain

hormones, nerve endings

confusion, intensity

ants and buzzing tingles

every sign of adaptation

an act of extension —— improvised through


the birth of a soul

the embodiment of introducing life

the gift, being a giver

letting progression run within your body, a temple

the wonders of probability

of hopes and dreams

of resemblance


by nature, an unknown territory

as one squeezes air through lungs

as one tries to relax and remain control

as one being in tuned with the rhythm,
                              grounded with the earth

as one regret decisions made

as one feels ashamed, diminished, flawed

as one is filled with doubt

as each moment is observed to be present, inching

all but to bring a new born to life


juxtaposed by the fundamental reason this decision was made

of expectations and uncertainties

it is outside of a self, for such calling

if one doesn't outsmart one's self

this rule of the circle of life 

O child

love is where all it begin

as one honours her journey

of one called childbirth



my mother might be short of words and expression

no matter how much she tries

she still loves