Waiting…

Moments before birth and death,

you are struck by fear and anxiety

Fear of the unknown

Anxiety that comes with anticipation

Your thoughts are muddled

They are dark and grey

filled with uncertainties

Your emotions and mental ability being toyed,

you cuss and bitch in them, at them

You are in that state of depression

of self-oppression and self-dejection

You want it to be over 

But you’re not prepared for it to

You sink deeper as you await 

the time of its passing

where you cross over 

to a place foreign to you

to see faces alien to you

in a future realigned for you.
…Wrote this a week before I gave birth. 

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