The Truama of ChildbirthA Poem by Andrea A. WentzA poem about what it's like to be born.12/27/07
Safe and warm in a weightless bubble Soft whooshing, thumping noises surround you A gentle swaying rocks you to sleep Your whole life knowing nothing But this safe, protected, warm world But your world gets smaller, tighter You’re no longer weightless Trapped, confined, barely able to move Your head, plump cheeks, and little nose All squished and compressed into a small canal Good thing you don’t need to breath! A cool breeze at the top of your head More space, less confined, relief! But something is forced down your throat While your chest and stomach are now compressed Get me out!!! A little further Put me back in!!! As the change in temperature reaches your bare, wet skin Colors, shapes, lights all a blur What a nightmare!!! But a familiar sound, something soothing A shape comes close More colors and shapes with in that one That sound again You relax, feeling warm and safe Your whole world has gone completely nuts But one thing remained the same And you are safe.... Until... Until..... A pain! You hurt! But what is hurt? You cry, It’s new, Scary, Unfamiliar, Strange, Then something soft is in your mouth A strange experience taste is Instinct takes over, You want more! Then that familiar sound again.... "Welcome to my world little one. I am your Mommy." © 2008 Andrea A. WentzReviews
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