White
The whiteness of a new life,
A new incarnation.
The light that you see
When you open your eyes for the first time.
A gasp of burning air,
You start to inhale.
It hurts being alive but you've made it.
A white hospital room.
The light's unbearably white.
You get release
From the beloved womb's
Warmth and softness,
The world around you is too bright.
You scream.
You are a new human being.
The coldness of facts you face
Is like a huge snow-white cloud
Telling you there is the air,
The space between you and all that cold, trembling vagueness.
It'll take some time for you to realize things,
But so far you are an instinct in flesh,
A pride of evolution.
Day one.
Made of fire. The epic Ukrainian free verse cycle
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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