Birth

Warmth and comfort,

comfort and bliss.

How could it get any better than this?

Security and fimilarity,

lulluibies of sinsereity,

this is home.

Gentle touches and soft conversation,

feelings of love and pure elation.

But wait...

I'm moving.

I'm falling.

This sensation's appalling.

The pressure.

What's happening?

It hurts, this feeling.

Labord breathing.

Am I dying?

Implying that I'm living?

What am I?

Where am I?

What is this crying and screaming?

Where is my joyful singing?

Oh this is so displeasing...

I can feel me leaving.

Scilence.

Reality hits...

Cold.

Naked.

Lights,

brightness,

I must fight this.

Take me back!

I'm scared.

I wanna go home!

This isn't my home!

Where are you taking me.....

Oh there is she, 

my fimilarity.

That intimate heartbeat.

The joy and pleasure of hearing that sound;

home I have found.

I feel safe.

I'm going to open my eyes now....

Wow.

So this is life...