In Finding Joy
Such pain she never imagined,|
'If I live through this,' she swears,
'I'll never, never do it again.'
she screams as her body tears.
Hours, she pants in agony;
she pleads, she begs, she screams.
It wasn't supposed to be like this,
pain in the extremes.
When all is done,
they lay her little baby on her chest.
She counts its tiny fingers, toes...
and checks out how it's dressed.
She forgets her pain in finding joy,
such pleasure in her child;
forgets vehement oaths she'd made
when the pain had been driving her wild.
She repeats the same experience,
again and again and again.
If she never forgot that trauma
which had almost made her insane;
she would never again know the wonder,
the most incredible feeling on earth,
of meeting your own little baby
soon after you've given birth.
It's the same when you have a broken heart
and you wonder, 'Will I love again?'
No, you never will, you never can,
if you never forget the pain.
Tuck that old pain away in the bottom drawer
between layers of very tough tissue.
Don't pull it out for a pity party,
make wearing a smile your prime issue.
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