Before

It is cozy, warm and safe in here. Something is changing -- I feel it is near. The voices I hear most of the time Seem louder than ever with no reason or rhyme. There are voices that I am curious about I keep hearing, “when is the baby coming out?” What is a baby -- I want to know. I hear talk they are something that grow and grow. It is getting harder and harder to move around My arms and legs feel as though they are bound. I keep hearing of a new arrival It seems my focus is on survival. I have a sense I will be leaving this place. I don’t want to go -- I know this space. It will not be easy I have been told On the other side, I’ll be treated like gold? How do I know that this is true? I’m told to trust and somehow I do. To the unknown is where I must go The Creator deemed that it should be so. My space seems very unpleasant somehow. There is pressure around me -- I want out now. I see a shape -- it is bright and cold. I am scared -- somehow I don’t feel very old. What is that -- voices I hear? It is with them I want to be near. Oh, that is much better -- much better indeed. I sense they will care for my every need. So what lies ahead -- who can tell? To focus on the future I will choose not to dwell. I know I will be kept safe in this place Until it is time to move to another space.