Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXCIX
From being encased by uterine fluid to the bright light of day one: Write a poem about being born.
Enter
Floating in plasmic ecstasy’s embrace,
To benevolent host I stay tethered.
Contentment develops on my new face
With no pain endured, no hardships weathered.
I found paradise in this liquid dark,
So why does gravity now fight my form?
My vivid world seems suddenly so stark.
What vile force excavates me from my dorm?
There’s a blinding light, a machine’s mutters
As my skin is stung by the sterile cold.
But before I clench my fleshy shutters,
A piece of optimism I do mold:
When one life’s fire smolders to its demise,
A spark escapes so new flames may arise.
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