New Breath

Be.

That is my purpose.

"Be."

I cannot see, I cannot speak.

My heartbeat speaks for me.

Ba-bum. Ba-bum.

I feel the fluid around me,

Warm. Home. Safe.

Ba-bum ba-bum.

Then I feel a rush of something cold.

Cold? What is cold?

And breath.

What is breath?

I open my mouth and I feel it smother me.

But it's good. It's comfortable.

I hear things. Things I've never heard before.

I smell things I've never smelled before.

I shriek at the top of my lungs.

But then I hear that special voice,

The one beneath organs and tissue and fluid

That called my name before it was mine.

I still shriek, but I now know,

That the name-voice is home.

With name-voice, I'm home.