A poem by Traci Weafer
I’m sorry I’m sorry
I heard her voice quiver
I cringed and a strong chill sent down my spine a shiver
Why O why would you sorry ever be
For this is your safe place to labor wild and free
No you are not as loud as you feel
The insides of you are screaming still
On the surface your fear is the furthest from our sight
A spirit of calm takes to the fight
Your strength radiates as your body ripples
The power you hold magnifies and triples.
So when you think with vulnerable sighs
I’m sorry I’m sorry hidden in your eyes
Your doula sees you, the force within
Whispers of encouragement, a volume is a drop of a pin
So no sorry’s when you feel your world unravel
This birth path only you can travel
Doula holding space
Keeping you safe
As you run so beautifully the birthing race
No Sorry’s as you open wide
and release your soul that flies so high
All the things for you this day holds
In you, are you
forever bold
No sorry’s
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