A Mother's Battle

In the Womb's Embrace: A Mother's Vigil

In the gentle cradle of the womb, a mother's breath,

As gestational diabetes clouds the sky,

A murmur of anxiety, a shadow's hug,

In the intricate ballet of life's gentle touch.

Her heart, fluttering with undisclosed aspirations,

Now tied to a figure, a limit,

Every meal, every moment, a muted battle,

Against the shadows, against the night.

Inside her, a brewing tempest of concerns,

As the shackles of sugar tighten, interpret,

Yet beneath her exterior, a river flows profoundly,

A flood of affection that never slumbers.

In the silent moments, when shadows linger,

She longs for a brighter future,

But in her core, a unleashed strength,

A mother's adoration, a resolute universe.

Through needles and examinations, she courageously marches,

Her spirit unwavering, her love endures,

For in the depths of this turbulent sea,

She discovers resilience, she discovers joy.

So let us by her side stand, hearts intertwined,

In the battle of her maternal psyche,

For in her voyage, we unearth a certainty,

That love, unwavering, overcomes youth.