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I like womblike things

Lying beneath a pile of warm blankets

Swimming in a heated pool

Being enclosed by my safe mental walls

Being dependant

Not really living



I know there’s something

I’m awaiting a splash of light—

A “something” to define me

A beginning, an end

Something definite

Something real



I’m as perplexed as an infant

I didn’t ask to be born

But now

I finally have to live