Rebirth

This labor is not for few hours with few screams It is neither out of luxury or out of desire This labor is taking her years With every breath, she takes, she rebirths a moment of peace Collecting them in a magic jar dangling from her balcony Holding candles in a dark room Between her legs Between her hands Between her two selves Between the past and the future She pushes With every breath, she pushes Someday she feels ready, holding her blood with the pride of a mother Others she feels heavy holding her shame with the sorrow of a widow Between her legs, she seeks, she pushes, she yells, she moans, she laughs, she shakes and she waits. For a rebirth to finish Years passed away and she still pushing her dust A labor that will save her ravenous soul

S.W