tadkil

dwam's last post set me off again.

Germinate

My legs on one side
My back on the other
Pushing, crack, snap
A Splitting sound
Personal thunder
Ringing in my ears

Birth isn't always about
Being carried
Or the sound of a warm heartbeat

Sometimes it is
Breaking that shell
Clawing up
Grow yourself free
Out of safety
Into darkness

The dirt chokes
How far?
How hard?

Questions asked
Reaching for light