for something as insane
as childbirth
motherhood
hips splitting open?
There is no comparison
that I can think of.
A situation where you are walking
toward such a vast unknown
like boldly entering a hurricane.
Or sometimes I think about
like an Ayahuasca trip.
Going far, far away from
life as I understand it.
And yet, this is a more common path
than not. It is, in many ways,
the road more travelled.
A swift momentum rushes me along.
There is no other direction.
I am caught within it.
Spinning, twisting, pushed upside down
this gushing river.
Where will it carry me to?
Desiree Holman, Outgrowth
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