BORN

BORN

I am here, so I was born

I have no memory of being torn

From darkness into light

From warmth into the cold

From security into fear

From nothingness to something

Yet I am here, so I was born

I am here, so I was born

I have no memory of those moments

Of blood and gore

Of fluids and pain

Of screaming and squeezing

Of tearing and slapping

Yet I am here, so I was born

I am here, so I was born

There are no memories of early days

The wiping and the washing

Drooling pissing shitting crying

The nakedness and the staring

The crawling and the walking

Yet I was there, once I was born

I am here, so I was born

With no memory of those years

Blankness fills the void

Of these intimate moments

Fully grown we need to forget

What it is to feel such shame

Yet I am here, so I was born

Martin A W Holmes, January 2017