What Is This Place?

It's very dark and lonely in here;
I cannot see a thing.
Yet, I am not afraid at all;
Of what this darkness may bring.

Why am I being held in here?
Where am I? What is this place?
Will I ever see the light of day?
Or look upon a friendly face?

I'm kept in here against my will;
Yet, they are taking care of me.
I'm given water to drink, and food to eat;
But, I keep thinking, where can I be?

I hear voices talking around me;
And sometimes a voice will sing.
I wait here alone in my darkness;
To see what each new day will bring.

What is happening now out there?
I hear cries of pain and fear.
Suddenly I am afraid of this place;
As the noises grow closer and near.

Suddenly I am being pulled upon;
And I see a very large room.
Oh my God, I was just born;
I've been in my Mother's womb.

Now they lay me upon her chest;
She's so warm and soft to the touch.
I feel totally at peace right now;
I love being with her, so much.

I can't wait to see what happens next;
And what this new life will bring.
As I lay here, upon my Mothers breast;
And hear her soft voice sing.

© Betty Hawkins 2003
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