At one in the night, when the breath is slow,
I enjoy this dream to live and grow.
In this silence and darkness,
I feel a voice within ....
"Gestation is over, you are compete.
Time to push hard, my dear.
Be born into this world,
Impatient to hear your first cry.
Your progeny has borne you for long,
Nourishing you with her last drop of blood.
The chance to indemnify is here,
Arise; break free from the umbilical cord.
May your lungs breathe till infinity,
Your feet tread upon endless miles,
To prove worthy of the womb that carries you."
I wake up once again,
To this strange yet kindling voice,
Sustaining my labour.
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