Beautiful Entrance

Pain searing through me;
My energy flowing away free,
Drained to the core,
I did not know if I could take more. 

Exhausted and weary;
So very bleary, 
I wanted to just halt;
To cease my body from this assault. 

There was no stopping this journey;
My path was set and stormy,
Onwards my fate was set. 
I could not quit just yet. 

I felt as though I had died so many times;
Yet, my body suffered through its  hurting crimes, 
Flowing through my body like chains of fire;
Burning my flesh with its dark desire. 

Just when I felt I lost;
That this battle had cost,
My life and my soul;
I finally reached my goal.

Your cry was like a baby lamb;
Your life penetratated through like a broken dam, 
Your little screams so astounding;
I felt my heart pounding.

Finally my little girl was born, 
And even though I was so worn; 
I could not stop looking at your beauty,
I was complete; I done my duty,

My daughter had breathed in her life,
My joy was rife.
I cried with joy:
So happy you was not boy!
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Agustin Avatar
February 18, 2025 at 6:35 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Baker Avatar
February 18, 2025 at 6:37 AM
Thank you. Praise Jesus Always!!
Seeker Avatar
February 15, 2025 at 7:55 PM
Congratulations, Debra ~ what a wonderful feeling motherhood is!
Baker Avatar
February 15, 2025 at 8:09 PM
Oh, my daughter is 25 years old now; however, she was the only full term baby I gave natural birth to. It definitely was the most remember moment because in all that pain came one of my greatest blessings.
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