Baby

Baby

 

Surrounded by wetness.

Making me feel tingly.

No room, Cramped up in a tight ball of nothing.

They picture me every other week.

Calling for help in here is like yelling fire underwater.

No one to hear, No one to help.

 

 Light shows through. 

A hole to escape.

Helping me breath and helping me see.

The new life helps me be.

I am born, The name they give me is me!