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.
Copyright © Jeannifer Pugh | Year Posted 2005
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