The Cradle of Life

Me: Write a poem about a woman who is going through childbirth

In the quiet of the birthing room, a woman stands,
A goddess in labor, with strength in her hands.
Each breath a battle, each contraction a wave,
As she journeys through pain, her spirit brave.

Her body a temple, a vessel of life,
Enduring the struggle, the toil, the strife.
In the depths of her being, a miracle unfolds,
As she brings forth new life, in stories untold.

Sweat glistens on her brow, her heart beats strong,
As she pushes through darkness, to where she belongs.
In the midst of chaos, a calmness she finds,
A mother's love, in her heart entwined.

With each cry of pain, a new strength is born,
In the crucible of labor, where hope is sworn.
Through tears and joy, she perseveres,
A warrior of love, conquering fears.

And in the dawn's light, a new life does emerge,
Cradled in her arms, a universe to surge.
For in the act of childbirth, she finds her worth,
A testament to love, the miracle of birth.