newborn

sometimes I feel like a newborn.

unexplainable as it may be,
it hurts to breathe.

as if the air was plunging its way down my lungs
for the very first time,

stretching everything inside me
towards an imminent explosion.

as if a shout or an outburst of tears
would release something which had been
buried for so long,

and reveal me. release me.

as if gravity was suddenly a thick glass wall
of impenetrable mistery
pressed against every inch of my body,

and which I pull, day after day,
with every inch of my soul.

over time I will
grow a little taller,
expand a little further,

each single day closer
to the other side.

closer
and fighting.

always fighting.

like a newborn.