Birthing pains or deathly throws,
It’s hard to tell which one,
The wild-eyed flail and grasping,
Desperation to be done.
The mind cries, “I can’t do this!”
The body’s losing ground,
The little lump of life we made,
Laboring forth or bleeding out?
-a.r.
Painting: Samsara by Christian Blei
~ by April on February 4, 2015.
Posted in Body, Death, Family, God, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Marriage, Meditation, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Birth, Buddhism, Change, Choice, cycle, Death, Impermanence, Life, marriage, poetry, samsara, Suffering, Survival, Time
A poem on pregnancy. Wow! That is really insightful and extremely well written. Thanks. Great Write. Keep Writing! 🙂
Yes, it could be about childbirth…or about any transition really. Thank you for reading and commenting. I really appreciate it.