I HAD A WEIRD DREAM
Bonjoru Rejoice@rejoicebonjoru247785
17 days ago
I had a weird dream.
That I was a tiny fetus in my mother's womb,
which served as my home.
I ate what she ate, drank what she drank.
Some I liked, others I disdained,
specially the diluted white substances
that came rumbling whenever I laid
on the ridge where her heart fixed.
It was warm, but quite compressed.
I couldn't stretch comfortably,
and sometimes, I'd kick to make more space
for my tiny legs.
I could hear, and I specially loved
to listen to the lullaby,
the sweet voice of the woman
who was housing me, hushed.
And I loved to feel the large palms
that rested on my side, every morning,
afternoon, and evening.
It would usually say, in its mellow pitch,
"Be good to Mummy," and my favorite part,
"I love you, and can't wait for you to come out."
Sometimes, I loved to experiment
with new delicacies, so I'd send signals
to Mommy, and she'd respond positively.
I hated it when Mommy was sentimental
or sad; it rained heavily in my home,
and sometimes, the air became bitter.
But I loved it when she was happy;
her giggles meant party, and I was hyper
whenever she was.
I loved it when Mommy laid on her side;
it made more room for me.
But I dreaded it when she laid on her stomach;
I saw heaven twice, believe me.
I always looked forward to Wednesdays;
that was when Mommy went to see me,
and to listen to me.
And I always made sure to pass acoustically,
just how much I loved her.
I started growing bored of staying in;
I wanted to come out, as my home
was becoming darker, smaller, and alienating.
I wanted to see what my Mommy's world looked like.
So, I constantly tried getting a glimpse
of the outside world, but a force always held me back.
On this fateful day, after awakening from one of my weird dreams,
I saw a light, more like a passage.
I sought to see where it led, perhaps to my Mommy's world.
So, I stretched my hand, and it punctured
the water that held me in place.
The environment became stuffy, and I knew
I couldn't stay longer.
Giant fingers swam in and out, from time to time.
It made me uncomfortable, so I went back further in.
But I couldn't for long; I needed air, light, and warmth.
So, I followed the light.
It was a long hallway; the walls were too close,
but thank goodness, the floor was slimy,
so I slimed my way like a worm or a slippery tile.
I heard my mother growling; I wanted to comfort her.
Therefore, I hastened my exit.
Thank God, I could still see the light, so I followed
until my head was out of the hallway.
Finally, I thought, but couldn't finish thinking,
when I felt two gigantic, smooth palms grab me
and pull me out, without giving me a moment
to bid my home farewell.
I was angry, offended, and shocked.
So, I yelled out a cry of overwhelmingness.
But they thought I was looking for my mother
(I actually was, but not at that moment).
They placed me on her chest, and for the first time,
I saw the face of the woman who gave me life
and a safe space to thrive.
#poetry
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