For this world, I am not ready.
I have yet this world that surrounds me so.
I have yet to feel my eyes blink and my nose flare.
I have yet to feel my hands and feet.
I have yet to open my mouth and breathe.
But I am still growing, and one day,
I will be free of my protective world,
and the lullaby of swooshing water
will be the sound of human voice.
©LJ
29 May 2013
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