Life
Feel warmth and comfort in such close surrounds of this liquefied place,
Yet there is movement of late, like a small tremor or a quake.
The soft walls of my room start to quiver and shake as I'm moved,
forcing me from familiar environs as downwards I am wooed.
The life giving pulse quickens its pace, somehow I know that it is time,
to leave my nurturing home and a new dwelling to find.
My body makes changes for the new journey that I make,
The womb drains away like a plug pulled from a lake.
The canal is so small, feel restricted and confined,
I wriggle and squirm, every movement clearly defined.
The protective fluid in my lungs begin to drain and dry up,
life giving air from the placenta I can no longer suck.
At the end of the tunnel I feel a cooling on my head,
As downwards I'm forced, am I alive or am I dead?
A sudden explosion of lights and sounds bombard my whole being,
as the tunnel is breached and I am hearing and seeing.
The enormous pressure on my body make me cry out with shock,
I am free now, I gaze around me and take stock.
Such an incredible journey, yet I feel it has just begun.
I am drained now, I curl up on my mum and suck on my thumb.
Copyright © Old Man Emu | Year Posted 2016
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