Stucked! Poem by Jubril Balogun

Be it a box?
Rather an oval enclosure.
Embracing tightly.
Bidding much comfort.
Yet so utterly dark.
Sheathes of profound quietness.
Save Her subtle whispers.
To rid an unrest.
A connection ensues.
More like jugular to brain.
Or like lid to the eye.
A state of mutual emotion.
A bond unequalled on the rack.
A feeling synchronised.
Betwixt Embryo and Mother.
The end be nigh.
The journey to maternity.
The hidden is made seen.
A meeting destined.
As burden is melted in smiles.
And sighs sunk in relief.
The tears and the wears.
The hopes borne in fears.
Stucked with unknown friend.