Thursday 17 January 2013

Foetus

Curled into a ball.
I feel safe.
Like I am back inside my mother's womb,
Safe from harm
Protected from doom.
Innocent and young,
Not older and mad,
I could not feel pain, fear, anything - sorrowful or glad.
Now years old I am good
A little worried
A little misunderstood.
Foetus
I am small and alone
I am young again
Free to breathe and be at peace
Through the sun and the rain
All pain can, shall, will
Cease. 

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