Speed

Eyes wide open I scan the room for your face
You weave your fingers through my hand pushing me back forcefully into the stiffness of the sterile linens
 My body is rocked by pain and I seek the peace of regulated breathing/
But I can't.
The pain comes again and again in waves
and crashes
Time gets jumbled with the urgent movement of people who move together in a choreographed ritual of pushing buttons and recording vitals
You prop up my back and plant affection on my hairline/
Passing your will to me
Bearing down, he flees my body
His cries welcome me to Motherhood
His mouth cups my breast
We are home.

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I welcome you to my new endeavor, Spoke with Shanea, a place to unleash the power of words and connect to things that speak to you. Sharing intimate thoughts is often scary but there is a power in opening up and using your words to honor, reflect and process an experience. I look forward to sharing my writing with you here and hosting Spoke with Shanea events where we can gather and share our experiences through words.