yet how unnatural it feels
to be utterly broken
to be split like a seed
torn in two by a shoot
somewhere deep beneath the earth
to be ripped and divided
like a perfect round cell
making way for something new
life growing in the dark
conceived in uncertainty
this pregnancy is hard to bear
wisdom is a breech baby
born in the wilderness
with no epidural in sight
there is only deep breathing
and hopeful anticipation
to midwife the pain
only the flowers
formed beneath the dirt
to show the way
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