An honest poem about PNA* – Aj Mac

Rollercoaster ride

Brave & Reckless

What happens when
A baby is born
But a mother’s love is not
The juxtaposition of sunlight and shadow
Is as distinct as day and night
There is no balance between the two
The transformation is extreme
There is no easing into motherhood
No gentle learning curve
Like a fairground roller coaster
Pregnancy is the slow ascent to the top
And as soon as those tiny lungs fill with air
And pitch their first shock filled cries
You head downwards at neck-breaking speed
And just like a rollercoaster you either love it and revel in the thrills
Or you scream at the overwhelming terror as you
Plunge towards the ground
Only, like a rollercoaster, you can’t just get off mid ride
You’re trapped with this fear
Rising and falling
Rising and plunging
Towards what feels like
Never-ending relentless doom
For those who hate rollercoasters
It’s hard to explain to others

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