The Journey- Part 1
A fusion of cells result in a living mass
Of potential and hope, gift from God
Growing, each second life beckons
No identity; yet a spark ignites
It fights to survive, to thrive, stay alive
A stream of red feeds, nourishes, flourishes
Growing stronger feeling claustrophobic
It knows it, trying to close it, failing to expose it
Rushing emotions, tied down by contortions
Air around blows life abound
Inside that cave of comfort and devotion
Motion beckons; movement stirs
Realisation of existing, participating
Intellect stirs, tuition from body, mind and soul
Curiosity grows, bestows a fresh outlook on surroundings
Sounds abound, patterns evolving, language astounding
Throbbing of life, almost complete
Just starting out, life awaits what to give?
The journey, almost complete
Let’s wait and see for new breath to comfort and soothe…
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