Renaissance

Renaissance

I'm reminded of my first home, the womb,
Pushing thorough the cloying liquid
Feeling safe,
Cushioned
Swimming thorough problems,
Distancing myself,
Yet taking them with me
To the solution

I am also escaping
Even in my overlap
Backwards and forwards
Simple repetition
Yet it feels so good

A whistle blows,
I leave my haven
And enter the air
A harsh transition
Naked
So conscious of my body
I step into the artificial rain
To smooth the hair from my eyes
To clothe my taught nipples
That I was trying to hide.

Then its back to reality,
Stripped of the wombs safeguard.