Archive for May 8, 2014

Cold start

The loud screaming baby, bundle of joy,
traumatized by former lives,
is carefully taken to the father
whose ears hurt more than
anesthetics can prevent.
He lies a smile in disbelief.

Life starts in flabbergasting cold.
A lonely journey begins
from the moment the womb is left.

Loud screaming starter in the hurdle race
of which the distance varies;
your finish appears vaguely on the horizon,
an uncertain blur trembling in hot air,
and although you are too fragile,
too small, too alone:
go for it.

You are a winner anyway for making the effort,
no matter if the wind’s against you.
No matter if the race is short.

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