Something is coming continued

This time,

Her head was cracked backwards

She had curly hair

Her mouth ripped side to side

In joyous shrieks,

She was crackling her S.O.S.

And again,

A sense of happiness and relief

For her.

She is in no doubt, agony.

But I am happy for her.

Because, I think…

I no longer associate agony as a bad thing.

Maybe I know this is what she needs

That this is what we all need

To move on to the next level.

She knows this too,

She knows she is being saved

She knows she is about to enter

I swear it is birth itself personified

You just don’t see the blood

You just don’t see the Mother pushing,

Her teeth of ivory, hard-gritting

With tears of joy and ever-lasting love exuding from and through her being.

You just don’t see the Father awaiting,

With grateful arms carefully open,

to catch, to hold,

Eyes glistening with awe and fear at the unencompassable beauty that is about to enter the world.

It is a birth,

It is anxious

It is full of possibilities,

But not uncertain,

Rather, it is so certain.

So certainly happening,

She is coming

She is coming

She is coming.

More than she knows,

More than she’d ever be able to fully grasp in the moment.

I await.


For her coming.


I await.



I await.


I await.


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