BEGINNIG OF LIFE

Pain and suffering threw the air

Screaming, tears of worries

Cold air rushing through my body

Stomach swollen like a basketball

Shiny steel touching my stomach

Unknowing what is going on

Monster with masks running around

Mom screaming what is going on

Helpless, scared, and in shock

Screaming bloody murder

Please save my baby

            The assignment called for me to think of a time of crisis. The idea of the poem came to me when I remembered a moment of crisis from my childhood. During my mother’s pregnancy, my intestines had twisted and ruptured. Going through the experience was hell for my family.  Not knowing what to do.  Half of my family was at the emergency room.  Everyone else just prayed for me to be fine.  I was my mother’s first child and surprised she had more kids after that whole thing happened. It had taken three months but everything in the end was fine. Shiny steel means blade; Monster with masks is the doctors.