a new beginning
a new feeling
the reeling
of concealing
what it is
that's slowly revealing.

must hold course
steady.
hope for the best
sweet baby.
cherish this short rest
from the drudgery
and the mess.

treasuring each moment
finding the truth
and hiding the lies.
Listening to the far-away cries.
Holding softly
The tight flesh
As honey seeps through
between the folds.
Molds to the harsh bark
as the wood cuts through
the steel walls.