In birth,

I was brought to the brink.

Of my vulnerability.

Of my power.

I felt weak.

I felt strong.

I roared into the night as

I was split wide open,

turned inside out,

and made anew.

A tiny, warm, wet being,

a stranger,

was placed on my chest

and I was changed.

Born again.

My baby opened eyes,

saw the world

for the first time,

and so did I.