Giving Birth

By April Garcia

Seamlessly, unending hours.
The body feeling
things it never knew
existed. As though
the inside of me
has come alive.

Then comes the pushing.
If you’re lucky, it’s quick.

I count,
we count,
the nurses count: 1… 2… 3… and so it goes
we reach

Over and over.

The process repeats until
it happens.

Release. And even euphoria overcome me.
Suddenly, all the pressure, gone
from the body.

The baby, free
from the womb.

Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing