Push

 

Push  

By J.M. Driscoll

 

In agony, I writhe.

Tears running down my neck

Torment seizing every inch.

You’ll be here soon.

 

Unstoppable,

Twisting, squeezing a hand

Now, tears in my lover’s eyes.

My head is pounding.

 

Doubt begins to mask the pain,

What if your heart doesn’t beat as it should?

What if you can’t…?

What if I can’t…?

 

An ivory faced boy with rosy lips,

Clinging to my chest.

Through squinting gray eyes

You study my face.

 

It seems you know.

I am.

You are.

Always.

 

 

 

 (The poem above has previously been published in The Unfiltered Lens, a publication of CCRI)