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.
Memory
I was wrapped in warm, liquid Love
until the Storm came over me
With force I could not fathom
I was taken out to the Unknown
Fearful of the Chaos
surrounding me
In my newness, I clung to the Warmth
that had the faint beat of Home
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