5am, time of arrival
And I’m waking up in this unknown place.
Covered in muck and blood,
Crawled up in the smallest orb.
This life, it’s waiting for me,
Waiting for this bullet to hit the sea.
Nails forming, me becoming human,
An individual with thoughts.
Limbs moving, eyes opening
To what it’s going to be like here.
Sucking at my thumb,
Shivering scared of what’s to come.
Heart beat- present and beating hard,
Blood rushing and food fuelling me.
Kicking to create some room,
A clear path, I’m ready.
Move over, make way,
Open you’re eyes, look at me.
