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Birthstory

You dropped with a rush of water and blood.

My stomach turned.

Knowing what’s to come.

I walked in the hot summer.

Uncomfortable, irritable.

The waves of contractions rising,

Into the hospital.

Pain, fear, strangers.

You sensed my fear.

You stalled.

You became the teacher.

Of patience.

Of surrender.

Of strength.

I resisted and you guided.

I looked my edge in the eyes.

Then threw up.

It was time.

For birth.

My rebirth.



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