The Birthing Hour
Can you hear me screaming
I am crying inside
Can you hear me sighing
I am dying inside
Silent screams form empty words
meant not for you
They are the melodies
of new motherhood
Each lonely hour sliding by
agonizing labor pains
I am caught on the tides of life
desperately trying to bring forth into this world
. . . myself
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