Apr 2014
Where am I?
What is this?
Warm, Wet,
I'm swimming.
Alone, Alone for so long.
Not knowing right from wrong.
A thought - *What is this I'm thinking?
Bumps and lumps and all kinds of triumphs.
A race for survival - Depending on all but me.
Made from love or misery?
Who am I?
I can hear voices,
Especially one - Constantly there.
She sounds so sweet.
Who is she?
What will my life be like?
Endless possibilities - No choices.
A game of chances.
What will become of me?
A Newborns destiny - **A lottery.
What is this?
Warm, Wet,
I'm swimming.
Alone, Alone for so long.
Not knowing right from wrong.
A thought - *What is this I'm thinking?
Bumps and lumps and all kinds of triumphs.
A race for survival - Depending on all but me.
Made from love or misery?
Who am I?
I can hear voices,
Especially one - Constantly there.
She sounds so sweet.
Who is she?
What will my life be like?
Endless possibilities - No choices.
A game of chances.
What will become of me?
A Newborns destiny - **A lottery.
Creation. Life in the womb. No choices to how we are created or where we will end up. Healthy, or not? Born into fame, wealth, a good family? No choices - its up to chance, like the lottery.
Written by
Kaye B Anderson
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