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There is a rhythm to the labour ward. The air pulses with fear, hope, and the sudden, piercing cry of new life. Once, that rhythm was the soundtrack to my days. I spent long hours training and working as a midwife in the NHS, sharing the sacred space where families are born. But life has a way of offering new paths when we least expect them.

My journey from healthcare professional to the world of fiction and poetry has been a fascinating progression. I have moved from catching babies to...