Veronica has poetry and short stories published in several literary journals. She holds an MA in Literature from American University.
Image modified by Vee McDonald (2018)
Introduction
This poem about becoming a baby serves as a metaphor for my conversion from atheism/agnosticism to Christianity in 2016.
Here, I play on the "born-again" experience, and try to show how wonderful and amazing it is to become childlike again, and to experience unconditional love. Your slate is wiped clean, and you literally become a new creation.
Again
I whittled down into a child
then into a baby again
crawling back into the womb
no teeth, no speech
dribbling down my chin
vulnerable, loved
unraveling
into the best part
the cord
fills me with you
my eyes black as blood
see gummy bear hands
they reach for nothing
but themselves
amazed by existence
until light breaks
and I am home.
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This poem and others can be found in my chapbook, At War With the Fireflies. Available from Amazon on Kindle and in print.
© 2018 Veronica McDonald
