Color of Life

I open my eyes and there was light.

A light so alarming, penetrating me.

Tears come out and I'm screaming, terrified of this foreign world.

Just moments ago, I was still in that swamp of warm liquid,

The heartbeat of another human pounding through me.

I was connected, though the light there fainted, I couldn't see.

As I walked my path, I was confused, lost, alone.

I longed to go back to that darkness,

I longed to be held,

I longed for a kiss from someone so gentle, to reminisce and to melt.

With these unexplainable longings I went on, growing, seeking, loving, hurting.

Every moment reminded me of that first burst of light,

when I started to live with loss, fear, forgetting how it all started,

forgetting the fragile tube on my belly, cut off by scissors, and I was rootless.

Until one day, I closed my eyes, hopeless and distraught.

Drifting back to my mother's womb,

I saw the darkness again, and the fainted light.

I open my eyes, and there was color.

The color of life, the color of light.

The color of a rebirth, the color of delight.