My Plight

I wrote this poem long before I felt the pangs of labour and having gone through it not once but thrice I dare say it is better experienced than imagined....sweeter than honey! It is a journey many women who haven't long to go through and those who have, again and again despite its uncertainties.

My plight

You want me to stop crying

It is easier for you to say because

You don’t know what I’m going through

No, you wouldn’t understand, how could you

But that is because

You are not a woman

You have not carried a child in your womb for

Nine whole months doing the work of two

You have not laboured for two days

Twisting and turning, screaming and travailing in pain

Wishing you’d die and yet wanting to stay alive

Because you want to see what is coming out of you

You have not felt your privates torn apart to

Make room for another soul to breathe the air of life

You have not stayed up late at night to nurse

And feed a crying baby with sleep hitting your

Head left and right trying so hard to stay awake

Neither have you watched your child grow doing

All you can to raise him up in the right way

Have you felt the grief that tears your within

At the loss of a child to the slayers

Watching helplessly as all your

Dreams and labours of joy crumble

No, you have not

And probably never will