Christina Simmons

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Shock - Poem by Christina Simmons

Swimming in blood...
Searching for my placenta,
Four pints of blood and still alive,
Ouch...ow! The blood came down,
Warm… feeling paralyse.

Unable to move... feeling no pain,
Only amazement! Staggeringly
Exploring rawness.

Suffering from shock!
Finding it hard to believe,
This is really happening,

Actually emerging taking place,
Maybe I'm not awake... perhaps
Still dreaming. It's real! I really I'm bleeding.

Bleeding to death! Stop this blood!
I'm just looking on… imagining
I'm somewhere else. I can see,
I can't feel.

It's only occurring to a body,
Not affecting my soul,
I'm trying to get up...I can't!

I'm half completed,
I'm cut into two halves,
Wait a minute! I'm still together,
Concurrently stitch.

Can I feel so much torment?
Still be breathing?
What of the baby. He. She. Alive?

Save by the surgeons,
The hospital team...a caesarean birth,
A Miracle has been performed.

Topic(s) of this poem: birth

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem following a dream I had when I was pregnant with my third child and ironically enough turnout to be a caesarean birth. Talk about knowing what is going to take place before it happens.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 17, 2016

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