Before
A soft light bathes
this warm, watery world
in a translucent glow.
I feel safe here, soothed
by a mix of melodic prayer
and gentle sounds. But
I am running out of room.
I fear what awaits me,
the harsh glare
and first snap of air flooding
my senses with a rush
of what the coming world
will be, the life
I am about to lead,
the weight of my destiny.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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