I died in the womb of despair, the umbilical
cord of desperation suffocated me.

I was floating motionless in afterimages
Of what took me to this place.

My thoughts were stillborn in the aftermath
Of what I had tried what I failed to do.

As I came in to the world of clear minded reflection
I breathed where there was none.

I was neither here or their but now I breath, from
Still motion I inhale life once again.