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.
Rolling Water
Those tears were my first thing
Touching me
Those were hands
Embracing my soon to be
Life
If only I knew that more would come
Just as the light hits my eyes
And the whole new sounds hit me
Like I'm a glass about to be shattered
Yes
Those are new
Crying anew
While I'm embraced
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