First Entrance

The horror of our first entrance

One of two attempts at writing something from the perspective of a baby (the other is "Baby Steps" )

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My sanctuary disturbed:
Ripped open!
Here was warmth,
Dark,
Comfort.

Now I am wrenched,
Pushed. Pulled.
Into the light,
Screaming.
Cold.

Grabbed and carried,
Plunged into cold dampness.
My eyes adjust;
Slowly,
Straining.

Not really in focus,
But comfort once more:
I feel it
Though I can’t
See it.

I’m held in soft warmth
Wrapped in safety.
My entry,
I think,
To the world.