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
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