A poem to heal the trauma of birth
I was born free
A force of nature
A piece of infinity
I grew within my mother's womb
And she was happy knowing soon
She'd be a mum to a darling girl
perhaps a child with hair in curls.
Yet the birth was not what exactly right
Under brilliant, blinding light
a magic pill did quell the pain
it was the way, unquestioned then
and mum, unconscious, did not feel
as I was born, it felt unreal.
as men in gloves and gowns and masks
using forceps gripping fast
placed hard metal on my head
Giving rise to deepest dread
As pulled I was into the light
Wrapped and swaddled, filled with fright
What unholy place was I in
Where was my mum, my dad, my kin?
Where was the breast and mum's sweet milk
to give my body blessed health?
Taken to a plastic box
and tagged so I would not be lost
There I lay in blinding light, all alone, was this my life?
Tagged and numbered, on the books, registered
a new live birth.
My darling little baby dear I would embrace you, quell your fear
Despite the way you feel right now, you be free
though you know not how,
someday your soul shall grace the land
Rising in your power, stand
singing songs, air fills your lungs,
sharing songs no one has sung
The gift you came to earth to be
buried down deep within thee
will never be forgot or lost, nay, it will rise at any cost
the song you are,
the song you sing
does liberty and freedom bring
It rises from your tender heart
At first it makes a quiet start
but as time passes, you will hear
the song you be grow loud and near
Your voice with confidence will rise as you turn your gaze up to the skies
and let all beings know you're here,
despite your start
despite your fear
Despite the lies you once believed
the lies that kept you small and weak
you remember who you are
why you came and traveled far
across the skies, between the stars
to be here
the gift you are.
My dear sweet child, you are born free
Unquenchable facet of infinity
who you truly be.