Nine Months Of Bliss.

Here i nurture inside my mothers womb.
I am free from danger sadness and doom.
Inside here there is everything a new human needs.
On nourishing food my new body feeds.
From nothing i produced to something.
A feat of engineering that can’t be surpassed.
A miracle it can be classed.
For nine months i do progress.
Then i am ingloriously brought into life’s selfish and unruly mess.
Through the years i will watch and learn.
But in reality for the safety of my mothers womb i do yearn.