Happy Birthday

So bright, I follow.

Promises so much, feels so right — pinprick of light that cuts through the night.

So, this is it. My journey begins — butterfly from cocoon but like moth to flame; to quickly consume?

It’s as bright as the stars as I slowly emerge, pure of sin and without any fears.

So cold that I cry as the air pricks my skin, a thousand needles, as they wipe away tears.

Arms embrace and with no time to rest

I lay my head at my mother’s breast.