Saturday, June 27, 2009

LABOUR

In the middle of the night,
You toss and turn,
The discomfort wakes you,
No position is comfortable.

You reach out,
For something to hold,
For a split second,
Your mind is blank.

Without warning,
The pain is back,
Like a hurricane,
You are shaken to the core.

Breath,
Breath Baby gal,
Keep it together,
Till we get there.

Your back is breaking,
Your body is shutting down,
Your mind screams for oxygen
Slowly you slip into oblivion.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

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