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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
When Deep Sadness is like Labor
When deep sadness comes it moves in waves
But I am a woman familiar with
The labor of birthing
I have sturdy hips
I trust my ability
My body and heart are built for labor
Wimmin bear great sadness
And children
And ideas
We bring them through our bodies
Transmuting the immense pain
Sometimes we want to run
But we don’t, we know we can’t
We labor
We labor alone, we have to, we do
But laboring with our wimmin friends or
A trusted lover is best
Not that it makes it easier
Or less painful
It simply feels better
When deep sadness is like labor
It is especially so
The sad waves are for the stout in heart
Only true friends and then only the true/strong friends
And lovers are a balm
When deep sadness is like a labor
We are trusting that the descent will bear fruit
That the descent will bear fruit
Mourning and wailing
Crying in-between the breaths
We labor through the deep sadness
One birth I had I was so exhausted
So very drained
I couldn’t even hold my baby
This latest deep sadness, this labor is long, arduous
Horrible
I suspect that I will be exhausted in the end
I have my suspicions
There will never be an end
When my daughter-in-love labored with Coco-Stella
She was so exhausted and in so much pain
In her delirium she doubted there would never be an end
As sure as rain, there was an end
There is always an end
And so in this deep sadness
Sadness that permeates my
Ground of being
Sadness that flows so far down
Down
That I fear it has now become a part of me
like water in the earth
I labor it through
Like the Grand Dame I am
I be
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