Is this how the unborn feel
As they grow, locked inside uterine walls
Separated from all sensation
Save the love of a mother,
Existence and being
Limited to a lonely hole.
Do they know of anything beyond,
Of the friends that wait
For now out of reach?
Or is their only knowledge
Of existence limited to
The boundaries of their foetal cave?
Surrounded by maternal flesh,
They know she's there
But does growing hurt?
What thoughts, feelings and sensations
Must flash through the unborn imagination
As their tender frames are shaped and
Molded to fit the world outside.
Where is mother, felt but yet unseen
When the crush begins?
The relentless march to the
Unknown must bring fear and terror
And unattenuated pain.
But when the journey is over,
And mother shows her face,
All pain and fear and suffering vanish
Like fog before the early morning sun.
Truly then I am in utero once more.
I am lonely.
I am afraid.
The pain is terrible.
The journey is long.
But perhaps my mother will reveal herself to me
When I cross the next gap.