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As I sit here thinking
On the hill behind my house
And pondering my life…
Clouds form a vision to my sight
The first formation is frightening
The shape of a mushroom cloud
After an atomic bomb has exploded
The face of death, and life imploded
It scares me and I try to push it away
But deep inside the truth pierces me
At the possibility of this hideous fate
I cry at the thought that it may be too late
The second part of my vision
Fills me with hope and inspiration
A birth canal begins to take form
I become a fetus waiting to be born
As I wait in this cloud-formed womb
Patiently longing to be break free
An opening where I catch a glimpse
Shows beauty that I never knew exists
This wondrous glory I cannot always see
For obstacles and hardships bring difficulty
Making birth perhaps nearly impossible
And this womb become a prison so miserable
The infant must have strength and conviction
To follow through with the labor contractions
And not give in to despair and defeat
Less the fear of death make her weak
An Angel flies across the womb’s opening
She beckons as a symbol of hope and life
Calling to me, she waves her wings softly
I reach out to her - a star is waiting…
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