Birthing
--
a poem
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
--
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
Writing on the female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at The Green Parent magazine. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.