My new born life could come to be,
The weeks are passing by.
A life with more than you and me,
A new life waits to cry.

This is more than we could bid,
Perhaps it's just a sign.
We could make it and we did,
We grow as we decline.

I am more than I was then,
Stronger in myself.
I couldn't have been born again,
Without that solid help.

It was pain wrapped tight in love,
I kept my focus out.
And whilst we're still a growing cub,
I know what we're about.

As the cries grow silent now,
We start to feel alone.
The end has felt so violent, how?
We never could've known.

Make my body whole once more,
Make my heart unsore.
Come into my emptyverse,
And let the dream disperse.





© Natasha Desai