In a world of pain, both fierce and raw,
A woman's cry, in labor, finds its flaw.
A symphony of strength, amid travail's storm,
She bears the weight, her body transforming form.

Her breath, a cadence, matched with every groan,
Piercing through darkness, a plea, a mournful tone.
As waves of agony crash upon her shore,
She clenches her fists, yearning for something more.

In the depths of labor, she finds her voice,
A primal symphony, an...