Born into surrender,
screaming louder than a baby gasping for its first breath,
tears,
red face,
wishing to return to
the darkness
the suffocation
the tomb of comfort…
…yet, somehow
I did not turn away…
…somehow
I stayed…
…somehow
I prayed…
…somehow
I made my way
to letting go
and
settling in…
and somehow
I was saved.
Maybe I should spell
somehow
with a capital
“S”…