Sometimes I hurt so
It is like birthing babies
And I must have hope
When it is over, I will
Gain another greater life
Better than this one
Which withholds the victory
Just out of arm’s reach
Taunting me like false labor,
Taking, producing nothing.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
As a prompt, make beauty out of pain. Surely you have some of both lying around somewhere.
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