Alone In The Womb Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't expect anyone to understand my quest.
Too relentless I am driven to explain.
Too relentless I've been driven,
To explain how it's maintained.

I had when younger kept my suspicions,
When attempts were made to prevent...
Wishes and dreams I knew meant for me,
Had been block by expectations...
I would bend from my waist to get on knees,
To plead for an opportunity just to be me.
And I thought to myself,
If I'm on bended knees I do it to pray.
Not to beg or plead endlessly,
To be the 'me' I was born to be...
From day one to see the light.
With an appetite to taste and crave.

This mission I've been given,
I can't myself clearly define...
To comprehend the beginning or end of it.
This mission I've been given,
Remains to occupy my mind...
From Sunrise to Sunset,
With little rest for me to find.

This quest has me tested,
To perform my best...
With a doing most effective.
This quest has me tested,
With no time to take requests.
Or answer questions that suggest,
Perhaps another direction I should accept.
How could this be?
When alone in the womb I was born to be me.

People on a quest don't guess,
What the quest is.
People on a quest don't guess.
Alone in the womb until born from a cocoon.
People on a quest don't guess,
What the quest is.
People on a quest don't guess.

Alone in the womb until born from a cocoon.
People on a quest don't guess.

Alone in the womb until born from a cocoon.
It is a quest.
And not a guess.
People on a quest don't guess.