Short word sprint of a stream of consciousness exercise:

I fear there is a life crying out inside of me. It is scared and new and afraid, seeking to look beyond the veil of grey that casts its shadow across the long days of my life. It flutters and cries weakly, beating soft unformed wings against protective flesh, stirring more than ever before. I do not wish to let it die. I want to let it free, let it leap forth from my heart and burst into the world. Yet we are both afraid. We both hold back, hands clutched over our throats, holding back the breaths that will free us and turn the life we hold so close to something new and uncontrollable. I stutter and gasp, every now and then a fleeting cry wheezing into existence, just barely a murmur beyond my pale lips. I feel the life inside turning, twisting, crawling around this body searching for an escape. Not a rebellion – it does not seek to tear me limb from limb to let itself be lived and free, leaving a wreckage of blood and pain in wake, a cacophony of unrest and unease at being forced into this world. It seeks a harmony, a peace, a turning to new times that we both may enjoy moving forwards with our lives in this next step. Yet I feel my bones resisting, the path most trod calling me onwards, my feet so willing to follow. I must learn to trust this blinking fragile babe that lurks inside, to let the wings stretch and fill my skin till we can journey forth together, our hearts and minds as one, our souls united as we brave those steps and move onwards to a new place that we have not seen before, nor did we ever dare to tread.