On Being Born
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On Being Born

 Laurel Nakai
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 Laurel Nakai
On Being Born
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Laurel Nakai is a freelance writer, editor, singer-songwriter, and children's bedtime-story teller in New Jersey. She is addicted to coffee,...read more old Elvis movies, and NaNoWriMo.
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as far as I can remember

there was a

swish swish

humm

that vibrated warm

and even now I am forgetting

 

walls closing in

I can’t go through

I must go through

 

the cocoon bursts

and I am thrust out

after the gushing water

blood?

 

there was blur

and noise

a shrill, panicked, desperate sound

and I cannot remember

 

the noise is me

but I cannot stop

I have to remember

I cannot remember

I have to get back

to where?

to what?

 

and I am lifted and tilted and flailing

 

until, firm ground.

I press my ear against a pillowy mass

and I hear it, much fainter

but it’s in there

swish swish

humm

 

and the pillow has arms to envelope me

a new cocoon

I remember

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  2 years ago
It's kind of nice to read sonething that's like a lost memory. Like a poem you forgot you wrote and left in a drawer. I think so many of us yearn to remember what this moment was like, as if it would hold secrets or truths for us that we have lost. Reading this makes me feel kind of complete...read more - yes, this must have been what it was like.
  2 years ago
mother's day/birthday a heartfelt well thought piece
 

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