Enigmatic Conflict
When two bodies merged
with the miracle of the breath of life, a brand new flesh being began to grow
in the fertile soil of my womb.
Never had I felt closer to Mother Earth
and the Creator.
I was as the field of wildflowers,
the fresh green gardens,
the reaching stalks of corn and wheat, nourished by the Mother and Father,
just as my child was being sustained,
gaining strength and vitality from my body.
What a miraculous event…
when ripened flesh gives way
to the gush and flow
of the river of life!
One gains the knowledge and meaning
of pain and joy…in equal measure.
It is a tearing,
a body turning inside out,
revealing the wet, pink of fleshy organs,
the stark white and splinter of bones.
Your very heart
walking around outside of your body…
…soft, pulsing, vulnerable…
wide open to the elements.
Feeling every cool Summer breeze
and bite of Autumn wind.
Every drop of kind Spring rain
and terror of the Winter freeze.
Every sweet caress
and degrading slap.
Oh lovely burden!
Oh heartbreaking love!
The best-worst thing that ever
happened to me…
…The enigmatic conflict that is
parenthood.
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