To All Who Labor

You are the life bearers.

Dreamers.
Architects.
Gatherers.
Teachers.
Organizers.
Leaders.

The substance of your yearning.
Swollen within you.

You endure pain.
Crying out even when no one hears.

You carry the weight of vision.
And the burden of explanation.

You accept the loneliness.
No one can labor for you.

You gather your midwives.
Strength, wisdom, and love gird you.

You listen to your body.
And know what’s next.

Glow pours from and encircles you.
Everyone wants to be near you.

You are healer.
You are guide.
You are neighbor.

What is within you is alive.
You are alive.

Rest for now.
It will soon be time to push.
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Rebecca Greenidge (she/her)

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