The Journey Poem by jane solanrobertson

I am sleeping when the tremors begin.
Stronger and stronger they grow
The soft wet walls closing in on me and out again.
I am afraid.
I'm pushing, pushing to find my way out
Red and pink and moist
The walls are pulsating, vibrating.
I force my way into the narrow passage
Drawn to the voice of my Comforter.
She 's crying, beckoning
And I know that the time has come.
The tunnel is sticky and warm
Its crimson sides are pressing, squeezing me toward Her
And though I leave Her I grow nearer
And Her voice is clearer.
The heavy walls are pushing me, crushing me
Bearing me down
Towards the eye of light that winks before me.
I scream out with a voice that is silent.
The drumming of two heartbeats side by side
Echo their constant duet
And She 's closer than ever before.
The eye is open wider now.
I hurtle into brightness
And gulping in the air with a desperate cry
Am wrapped in Her arms
And a voice that I know whispers ' You 're a boy! '