The Agony of Birth

In the stillness of night, when the world is hushed,
A storm brews within me, silent yet rushed.
Each breath I take is heavy, each moment too long,
My body, once strong, now sings a different song.

Pain like waves crashing on a desolate shore,
It grips me, pulls me, demands even more.
My cries fill the room, though no one can see,
The fierce battle waged deep inside me.

I am both warrior and vessel, torn by the fight,
With every contraction, I lose and gain light.
Sweat beads on my brow, my hands claw the air,
I am lost in the struggle, yet still I dare.

For within this torment, a miracle stirs,
A life so pure, untouched by the world’s blurs.
But the road to that life is paved with my pain,
Each scream, a reminder, of what I’ll soon gain.

And when it is over, and the storm subsides,
The cries of new life echo far and wide.
The pain is a memory, etched deep in my core,
But the love that it brings is worth every roar.

So I breathe, I push, I give all I am,
For this is the journey, the birth of a lamb.
The pain, though immense, is a fleeting guest,