Born~
Breathing, crying; languid – lying;
Smell and sense content and sighing;
Feeling feeding comfort needing;
Sounds I hear, and hearing heeding;
Seeing figures of different hue,
I know my calling brings them through.
Shadows coming clearer now,
In my cot above my brow.
Faces peering in at me,
Give me time to learn to see,
Shadows fading, pigment clearer
than mere shading.
More relaxed now, crying less,
doubt is faded, one with stress.
I know now, no need to guess.
©2012
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Roony-Ann Tuckwood Crampton is a 49 year old woman going on 21, She started writing short stories and poems from a very early age. “Writing was a spiritual outlet for me, I didn’t know anyone at that time with the same outlook or who was going through the same things spiritually as me. I have always seen visions and other dimensions especially at times when I needed guidance and reassurance or at a low ebb, but I couldn’t release them to my parents as anything occult or spiritual was strictly taboo, so my writing commenced.”
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