Weird Season

Same season
Rains and drought.
How can that be?
Our hearts see the joys and await the birth...
Two women, or are they three?
2 sides of one coin....
2 different experiences,
One life.

One the one hand,
Support through the uneasy times
Even some help carry the burden
And some bear most of the pain
Just so the worst times
Are never experienced alone.
You were never  alone
Love surrounds you...
But today, you bear it all
The day is here and the weight bears down
Alone with the masked ones but not at heart,
Giving shots to shield from the pains
Even the prodding and the needles were seen, not felt
Just before your eyes closed in sleep..
The tearing and the pulling
The scraping and the cutting
Through every layer and sewn all back together
Each hand works efficiently,
Each one does his job
To birth this breach,
And bring to the earth this newness ...
And then it is over, and the cries ring loud
Surrounded by blood. Lots of blood
But within the blood is life.
The cries of relief, of life, of a new day.

On the other hand,
Dead cold
Everything is still
The silence rings louder than
The clings and clangs of aluminium
Trays,spatula, whatever tools....
Some unseen, yet sucks and scrapes the life out of you
No soft landing,
No cushions,
Wide awake, no masking the pains.
Raw crude hands,  no masks...
Inserting and pulling at you
Stretching your insides
Without mercy. Without remorse
No. Not at all.
No pity. Unpersonal, Cold.
And all that's left is blood.
Blood, and more blood,
Dark red. No life.
And pains from your brains to your soul
And numbness from the emptiness borne.
Nothing...no joys to dampen the pains
You wreath in shame
For all your parts are exposed and violated
Not of your will,
But to birth in this time.....
This nothingness.




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