The Other World of a Woman

She lay there, unkempt, hot sweaty and ready to give the life that she harbored inside her

Confine her

Hold her

Tell her its time

Theres no more room for patience, push and bare the pain

I'm “drained”.

Its only just the start, hold them apart, start.

She lay in a room of strangers, observing the process we have seen a million times in a million lives in a million forms….

But Each time is new, but who knew HER? Where is her love by her side

She screams…i'm tired. 

Just a “littler farther” we say

I silently pray, for her relief.

For a hand to hold hers and tell her it will be alright.

No man to be seen

Where has HE been?  

You realize, not all women have the choice to be the mother of tomorrow

You look in her dark brown eyes, wet from tears and glowing from the fluorescent light above

Cold, sterile room, and fear fill the air but this isn’t what they told you in the movies

Balloons and animal bears, where are they? 

Women are a portal, a vessel from the other world to here, and sometimes it happens to US

With no choice or twin flame by our side

A lonely road of motherhood, where we are expected to be perfect and tell the daughter we had the fairy tales we never did

The baring of children happened to these women, a force untamable

A force she holds, a life she is told.

To all mothers, good, “bad”, dark, insensitive, sick, poor “ugly”, mean, cruel, imperfect, a mess, a failure, a success, the mother with the picket fenced house and lap dog, and the mom with the canned soup and tired eyes…..

No matter what, you gave us life 

And as a woman, I salute, the force you undertook in your body

May we all hold space for the imperfect mothers, and the love for woman, for one another

We may be abandoned or forced to be someone we are not….

But Women see you, and We will be our own force

Together, untethered, forever.