Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXCIX
From being encased by uterine fluid to the bright light of day one: Write a poem about being born.
Possible
I live
And breathe
inside this pink haven
A place where everything seems possible.
A person
outside of here
groans and moans
So much, I wish I could soothe her pain.
It’s hard
to be strong
for someone else.
But I try.
Because anything’s possible, right?
Right.
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