Intro
Victoria Monet
It felt like birth
We had a careful, meticulous, hopeful love
That led to a hard labor ignited by heartbreak
It felt like birth, the way I cried
In the cold, I felt naked and exposed
Awake, alone
Confused, uncomfortable and incapable of simply breathing
Painful and beautiful at the same time
And when I grew, when I found myself
I learned I existed still
I realize that after all, there is life after love
