From your womb I came,
In a terrible family rut,
An aggressive tug of war,
A rope of love and hate,
With neither of us to blame.
A blurry surrounding
And an unfamiliar smell,
What seemed to be one hundred eyes,
Gleaming at what the new day had bought,
Here, an unfamiliar feeling in my throat.
Before I could stop myself,
A burst of noise pollution,
A gasp of air entering my body.
I no longer felt pain,
I no longer felt part of anything.
Laying close to you, my mother,
Burying my head into your chest,
Just to hear your heart beating,
Both dressed in white,
I make you look good.
I try to speak,
But no words form,
So many questions I need to ask,
I try so hard it hurts,
Here it is again, the noise pollution.
Blurs of rainbows try to hush me,
It only aggravates me,
Here I go, scream my lungs out,
From bleak white, only to see red,
I write my own version of this fairytale.
Precisely 3 hours of joy they said,
"Isn't she beautiful", I assume she is me,
What is this life I have been introduced to?
It's all so strange from traveling through a tunnel to the light,
To where everything is so bright.
My head feels heavy and empty now,
And my lids begin to close,
The first blink of darkness since I was given life,
And as I close my eyes, my mother's lashes tickle mine,
I am at peace.