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FOR BETTER OR WORSE

It was unwelcome
The force which roused it
Ripped from its warm cocoon
It did not want to move
Resisting and kicking
It fought
It clawed
Reaching to grab 
Desperate for purchase
Twisting away from danger
The gushing horror of it
The way was treacherous
Fearful
It appalled
It terrified
It crushed
It
Was expelled.
From darkness to light
To cold, to noise, to chaos
It choked
It spluttered
It breathed
    It.
Cried.
Such a keening as to fracture the universe
Preserving that precise moment
For all time
It hadn't asked 
To.
Be.
Born.
It just wanted to go back.
Marion Price (2019)

 

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Marion

It is my dark side Cherie..??..I often wonder about where we come from, the meaning of life, reincarnation, did we have a choice in entering this world, where consciousness came from etc, just like most of us I suppose. But I know of people who never find peace in this life and only ever want 'to go home' ...that's what inspired this piece.  On the normal side, I have two beautiful grown up children who entered in the conventional way with much love and fuss...lol.  Thankyou  so much your comments ?

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