I am neither large, nor small
Nor short, nor tall
I sense my own being
Without yet seeing
I feel the heartbeat
Of my guardian, whilst they eat
I hear the sound
Of the mundane, and the profound
I feel myself grow, and evolve
Problems, i cannot yet resolve
I can move, and hover
I am fed through a tube, under cover
I am awaiting, the day of my release
To see the world, as i please
I am the honey, within the honeycomb
I am the unborn child, in the mothers womb
by Jemia