Doula

Doula

A goddess lives within me

In the centre of my chest

She is quiet and still

Taking up no space at all

No one knows she’s there but me

How could they?

Every day she ushers new parts of me into life

Tends to the old parts in their death

A doula to all that I have ever been and all I ever will be

Ever creating and resting in a cyclical dance

In time with the turning time