Groans of the Dawn

Tears trickling down her heavy cheeks as she lays on the thick straw mat. The souls of trees casting reflections into her hut. Her emotions turning against themselves. She is caught napping with a task on her whole. Shouts of avid misconstrue out of blissful ignorance how she wished pain was contagious as her aids guess her cries are prepostrous. Hearts throb and sweats drip. The agony being endured draws her body numb as the morning dew sweeps a soothing breeze across. She throws her hand for help because she is weary to the pulp as the life in her emanates from root. The last hot blood in her boils down and calm returns to her in a split with fresh breath pumping ease into her lungs. A new being has been born.