Free Poetry Contest
Marie's Journal \
Nine months of 35 years.
Years that melt away into meaningless fragments.
This moment the room is cold. My feet are saping wet in sweat.
I cannot feel my back. I cannot feel anything.
The curtain is drawn in front of my face. I see my midwife and know disgrace.
Drugs are pumping through my head. While my body feels so dead.
He holds my hand and grasps my arm. Pleading his love in desperate alarm.
Exhausted, through with the fight. Give me my baby, I need her delight!
Pressure, sickening pressure.
Wet stained faces glued to each other''''s eyes.
Trinity of light surrounds us three!
We are one breath. The first breath.
You cry. I know your angelic sound.
Finally, I am found.
All other moments disappear.
You are here.
© By Lefthear On 4/18/2009 4:43:37 PM
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