in the bright blinding light
I shiver
never been here before
ripped from the comfort of the womb
soft sounds
always warm
what have I become?
I hear your voice
croons of love
no more screaming
but wait
what am I missing?
coughing, I sputter
you say my name
peace follows
and I breathe
I breathe
I breathe
tara caribou | ©2020
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I like the comparisons here between birth and then the feelingbof rebirth when one phase passes and a new one begins.
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Yes! That’s exactly what I was going for… the comparisons. I sure appreciate your comments.
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This us beautifully written.
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Thank you so very much!
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