Rebirth

Hands that expertly pulled my head. Pain that I could not endure. And so I cried, a cry that would cause sleepless nights. I saw faceless figures that I could not recognise. As my fragile and delicate head was layed. A warmth and a comforting sounds like no other. A discomfort arised from below my chest. Soft pillows of nourishment did the rest. With hands that form a fist. There wasn't much I could do. It didn't mean much, because I'm safe with you.