Birthing

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a poem

Image by Ava Sol on Unsplash

Clearing, moving

Awakening, coming alive

A gasp of cold air, filling, rushing in, tingling, teasing the nerve endings

Wake up, wake up, the night air whispers

It’s time.

Alive and moving

Flowing in spirals

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ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE
The Honest Perspective

Writing on female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at Green Parent magazine & Parenting Top Writer. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.