Birth

April 23, 2014

A blast of ecstasy is unleashed,

And so is a whirlpool of confusion

Showing an aurora of colors.

I have no control over my body

The world turns intolerably frigid

I shake as I feel ten puncturing snakes

Rattling on through my body.

Shocked and numb as I was

I somehow made it to your arms:

Heavenly, cozy, and securing.

I heard the rhythm of your soul

I looked up to your face,

Oh! Your face was glowing there

Like the infant Sun must have

I knew right there and then that

You would be my Home.

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