Exploding into Bloom

New life creates new love.

For the whole of my existence I have been kept floating in the dark. It is warm, and I have never been isolated. I am secure. I am fed and kept alive. I am comfortable and I am at peace.

 

When set free, I will scream and cry. Will feel the cruel cold and the heavy weight of air. Of the world’s anger and hate. No more floating free, only the earthly confines.

 

            I will bear these; I need to see the kindly face of my keeper. I long to feel the hard hands of the one who strokes the outer shell of my guardhouse, hands that endeavour to hold me, to softly stroke my face.

 

            My very existence has caused pain… exhaustion. Happiness. Wonder. Love.

 

            I no longer need your restrictions. I have to see your beautiful face, to thank you. I am freeing myself into your world instead of the world that is you.

 

I am hurtling down my passage of rites.

 

My long, strangled, healthy cry will reward you for your hard work.

 

I’m hurting you and it’s hurting me in a way I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.

 

“Congratulations. You’ve had a little baby boy.”

Author's Note

There was a creative writing competition at college. We had to write 100-200 words on the theme of "Escape" so I decided to do something a little out of the ordinary. This submission won a very healthy joint second place, which I was very pleasantly surprised about.

Reviews

[Jamie Raintree]

I LOVE this. So often we hear the viewpoint of the mother giving birth but rarely do we hear about the baby's experience. I think it's a great take on how it must feel to them and the words you've chosen make it sounds almost like poetry. I particularly like "the kindly face of my keeper." You've done a beautiful job of saying so much in so few words.

[Polaroid Impossible]

Interesting perspective of the baby.. I like it :)

[Amber "Victoriomantic" Hart]

Thank you! :)

[Alexus Shanae]

i loved this, def. something i could read again and im gonna show to a couple friends who are expecting little boys.
Trying to capture the thoughts of a unborn child takes special thought and you've done it! really great job.