Why Wail.

Have you ever wondered
why all babies are born
wailing the daylights out of
the operation theatre?

Why not
giggle
their way out of mummy's womb?

Or,
at least...
smile?

The very most,
why not keep a straight face?

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You
were once a baby.
Why do you think
you had to WAIL?

[If you were prim and proper,
quiet and still -
please tell us.]

Hey,
what's the nightmare about?

You didn't sob.
You wailed.
You were a terrified little person.
Kicking and punching the air.
Your eyes were fiercely shut.
Your tiny mouth,
a solid shape of the letter O -

and
with all your heart and might,
you worked your diaphragm
with such gusto
the adults around you
are a bundle of nerves.

Suddenly,
peace rains upon
the entire room,
when you're placed in
mummy's bosom.

You hear the
rhythm of her heartbeat
that has lullabied you to sleep
past 32 weeks.

Melody.
Tranquility.

You feel the
warmth of her blood,
shape of her bones -
and you know

you are home.

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But now,
you're no longer a baby.
You're a young man or lady

You've got a mind of your own.
Prim and proper.
Independent.

You go home.
You do talk to your parents.
You have friends.
You have achievements.

But sometimes,
what you feel
inside is a raging desire -
for what,
you have no idea.

You're home,
but you still feel insecure.
Sometimes,
terrified.
Unsatisfied.
Lost.

[to be continued]

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