My Cradle forged in perfect peace
Blankets swaddle me in – a mothers fleece
No awareness, conception, or dream of “out-side”
Umbilical existence – I have no need to hide
One Step
Then torn into the harsh of cold
Shaken and scattered by a place - so old
My dwelling now – the void
It lacking love, compassion, hope but wrought with fear
One Step for us
One Step
We move from birth to broken earth
From there to here
Never returning
Forgetting what there was
Yet
Always longing for something more
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