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Challenge of the Week CXCIX
From being encased by uterine fluid to the bright light of day one: Write a poem about being born.
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birth

wet warmth

pooling

on my skin

and darkness

cradling

my body

sometimes

I feel

gentle

quivers

vibrating

the fluid

around me

and it

always

feels

familiar

somewhere

over my head

there is

a solid

thumping

and I like it

because it's

always

there

my chest rises

and falls

rhythmically

repeatedly

and sometimes

I stretch

my arms

and my hands

clench

and my legs

kick

like clockwork

I practice

these

motions

but I don't

know why

if I had

to say

it's almost

as if

my body is

preparing

for something

I thought

this world

was everything

and forever

but now

I feel like

I am

waiting

for the

end

or maybe

a beginning?

suddenly

the darkness

jolts

violently

and an intense

pressure

clamps down

on me

it lasts

so long

that I wonder

if this is

it

but then it

ends

as suddenly

as it began

and bright light

and loud sound

scrape

on my senses

the warm

dark

is gone

my lungs

fill

with air

and it feels so

strange

and cold

and I

hate it

here

but then

my body

is wrapped

in

soft heat

and a gentle

sound

echoes

familiarly

above my head

"hi lovely

I've been

waiting

for you"

below

my cheek

I feel

the same

steady

thumping

that I always

knew

and it

lulls me

to sleep

like it did

so many times

before