A POEM!!!! Nature Of Labor

Nature Of Labor

Rumbling in my womb
not a noise - the feeling of
forces slowly congregating.
I feel the power gathering in my eyes,
in my ears, streaming
through my body
sharpening my perception.

Hours of increase
the rising tide, methodical lapping
waves of birth energy
flooding my being.

I'm afraid of drowning
losing myself to this
vast ocean of strength
threatening to overwhelm
what I feel as familiar
experience.

My lighthouse
the gentle soothing eyes
of my soul-mate
guiding me out of my turbulent sea
my quaking and shuddering
body of waves
giving birth.

Something happens
to one on an ocean
surrounded by waters
alone,
where there's nothing to relate to but
tremendous
undulating movement.
The mind lets go.
The identity sinks away
until one becomes what is perceived
the endless, timeless, seething
force of ocean
ones' former self
slips away unwillingly.

The waves of birth
for hours
jostle me.
I, too, reach the transition
like one on the waters alone
where the enormous will of nature is
All that I know
All that I feel
All that I am,
drowning out my former self
but not without a struggle.

Expansive, deliberate
Force, I am
delivering the child.
Quaking bellowing
heaving erupting
releasing all

She is Born!
She is Born!
slippery, wet and silver
turning to glowing pink

She is Born!

Author Unkown