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THE TRAVAIL

In my small bathroom, a test so clear,
A secret whispered, a new frontier.
Tiny footsteps in the sands of time,
Announcing a tale both yours and mine.

With each passing moon, a world took shape,
A miracle woven, escape to escape.
My body transformed, a vessel of grace,
Life’s dance within, an intimate embrace.

Chorus
From the moment life began to bloom,
Through trials and pain, I faced my gloom.
A journey of strength, both fierce and wild,
A labor of love, like the embrace of a child.

Morning’s first light and twilight’s embrace,
A canvas of change, a story to trace.
Stretch marks and yearning, emotions askew,
A symphony of life, both ancient and new.

Then came the day, labor’s fierce call,
A tempest of pain, both mighty and tall.
In courage and struggle, I found my way,
Navigating storms, night turned into day.

Chorus
From the moment life began to bloom,
Through trials and pain, I faced my gloom.
A journey of strength, both fierce and wild,
A labor of love, like the embrace of a child

Facing a pain so excruciating, a fire burned bright,
Ancient strength surged, illuminating the night.
With gritted teeth, and fists held so tight,
I fought through the tempest with all of my might..

Through corridors of pain, time seemed to stretch,
Heartbeats echoing, a rhythm to catch.
In labor’s storm, I searched for the shore,
A beacon of hope to endure and restore.

Chorus
From the moment life began to bloom,
Through trials and pain, I faced my gloom.
A journey of strength, both fierce and wild,
A labor of love, like the embrace of a child

And then, a whisper, a cry so sweet,
A beautiful rhythm of joy, my heart skipped a beat.
A tiny miracle, cradled and new,
In trembling arms, dreams came true.

In the glow of triumph, pain turned to mist,
My creation in arms, life’s sweet twist.
The travails of labor, a symphony of grace,
The gift at the end, a love we embrace.

Chorus
From the moment life began to bloom,
Through trials and pain, I faced my gloom.
A journey of strength, both fierce and wild,
A labor of love, like the embrace of a child.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

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By Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

I live to write; I write for a living. Because I breath words in and out, everything I pen down must be epic!

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