Skin stretched, stitched, sore.
Breasts tender, engorged.
Belly empty,
while organs
rearrange themselves.
Oh travel weary vessel,
victorious glorious
carrier of new life.
Precious cargo,
wrenched away, disgorged.
As fluids leak
and muscles scream,
dare I celebrate these scars?
Adorn these wobbles
with joy?
Pregnancy robbed me of reason,
birth affirmed my strength.
Body broken and beautiful.
Hear my words 