Woman, When You are Tired…Rest
“Within the Womb”
My sister, my sister-
rest when you are tired.
When your feet can not walk another step- rest…
When you are gritting teeth against
the fury of the weary…rest
When you can not climb one stone without
fear of toppling- rest!
My sister, my sister,
you carry the world within you
Every place you inhabit
finds its home in your womb…so, rest…..
The mountains that poke up
from the soil of the Earth,
the light and life which you will so
freely give to the next soul created from you…
leave them, my sister,
No wonder you may be weary.
You carry the light, you carry the life.
You are made for the world, as the world is made from you.
Your womb expands and your back sways.
You will carry life and you will birth it, and
then when you have emptied yourself,
you will begin again…
building another world within.
My sister, my sister…
You will demand rest.
You will demand space.
You will require love.
And you will deserve it.
Obviously, I don’t mean the poem only for those women who are giving physical birth. Every woman carries the potential of the world within her womb, and giving birth or not, for this, she deserves rest.