In this place, the pace of the beat lulls, awakens and sustains me.
I’ve been here before.
So have you.
You just don’t remember.
If you choose to, you can be here again.
Once I leave here, it will be my purpose to remember again.
Once I leave here, I will begin my collection of memories that will equal the sum of my soul.
Once I leave here, I will begin my journey to death.
I’m as safe as I ever will be until I draw my final breath.
Tactile and fluid.
Bound yet free.
Alone but connected.
Brand new and ancient.
No vision but I can view all in darkness.
I will inflict beauty, joy and hope when I leave.
I will illicit the summit and roughest road of another’s walk to remember.
Another would willingly end their journey in order for mine to continue.
The beat quickens.
My departure draws near. I’m needed and expected.
“Allright now…just one more big push…a little more…hold it. Mrs. Hardin, you have….a boy.”
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Truly beautiful, 333.
Someday your boy will read this and it will fill his heart to bursting.
As always...nice work.
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Now THAT was something! Never expected the ending to be what it (he) was!
Lovely, poetic and rhythmic style - just like the little life it portrays...
Excellent!
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Wow! how wonderfully and beautifully poetic. I wish I could write as well as you. I could litteraly see myself in the womb at the time of my birth. I
imagine that I was thinking very similar things just before I was born. I give it five stars out of five. Thank you for this great story.  
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A true reminder that we come into this world alone just as we leave it. Simple, eloquent and well writen from a Master of word. S@F
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