brith

like a baby coming out of the womb
soft, mushy, secure
the trauma of the harsh world of solidity

like lyra ans will's daemons
cut off from their souls
wandering, lost, sad, angry

painful, and yet utterly necessary
for life, for growth, for revival
against stagnation, against, decay,
against atrophy, against suffocation

but so, so, so unbearably painful