fingers twitch in the dark ... heartache in the darkness ... breathe for the first time again ... neck stretches at the agony of re-birth ... hands push and scratch and nails tear ... screaming in the agony of re-birth ... not mother, but son, torn by birth ... gasping and clawing for life ... life in the darkness
A sudden, frantic, urgency of escape, Beats in my chest, making my ribs want to burst. The need for freedom And an explanation Of how this came to be, Makes my eyes widen And my mind open and clarify. Feet now alive and legs angry, Kick and shake at the box I'm in. Hands less frantic, Become systematic and claw and pull, And I'm breaking free.
With a strength I've never had before, I push my way out of death, Out of the earth that nurtured for me For a season, a day, an hour, a year, I know not how long. And I crawl out of that darkness, Crawl and claw, and cry, Face to the sky, seeing the stars Water heaven with their tears And wash the dirt from my hands. I am free. All I can smell is parley, sage, rosemary and thyme.