…is value in pain
Though most disagree.
Many try to avoid it
Thinking they will be free.
But the pain doesn't disappear
Its only stuffed, drugged, or denied.
And over time the pain will erode us.
Failed attempts to escape give way to its unrelenting tide.
So what should we do with pain,
When it grips us in its claws?
When it crushes and pushes and smothers and gnaws?
In labor, it's a queue to impending birth.
A woman's body is working
To bring a human to earth.
The key in childbirth
Is letting pain have its way.
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…they won’t leave me alone,
Voices from long past and still they roam.
They tell me my downfalls, my mistakes, and regrets,
All of this way to much to bear in one’s head.
I open my mouth and let them all out,
A pure primal scream, the echo rings throughout.
I through back my head, feeling empty inside.
I pushed them all out, left no place to hide.
When in the emptiness, a small voice arose.
It was hard to recognize the voice as my own.
As tears streamed down my cheeks, for the very first time.
My mind filled….
By Tracey Koehler
This poem woke me and insisted I get up and give birth to it.
…am bored," the boy said to his mother.
"Then go gaze out into the world."
"But for what shall I search?" he inquired.
"The more you open your eyes, the more you will know the beauty and wonders that surround you.”
"But I fear I may have viewed all there is," the boy argued.
"Bring me five things of interest from the forest," she demanded
"Then take those things, and make of them a tale.
Toil until eyes burn and fingers ache."
And he did.
In his stories, he created worlds.
He sailed vast oceans and fell in love with…
By Phil Gladden
…I was just a little one
I could not sleep so had to run
Down the hall to mom and dad
Hold me please, I feel my fears
My face is wet from all my tears
Mom and dad I'm scared you see
Mom and dad just please hold me!
But no, they yelled at me instead
They yelled at me to go to bed
This little one no hugs for you
You hug yourself to see you through
You cry yourself to sleep alone
And in the morning you are shown
Another day with night comes near
By Marian Torres
…heart races as I toss, turn, and kick away another night. If I do manage to fall asleep, the nightmare begins.
An invisible demon, throws me about. The pain so real, I think I may die. I know it is a dream, but I cannot wake. I try to run, every muscle straining as if I am weighed down. I try to scream; silent breath only escaping my lips. I think I wake, only to feel the invisible demon attack again, and I realize I am still dreaming.
What if I never wake?
Repeating over and over until…
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