Kirk .A. Inniss

We all start the same don't we? Crying and screaming from the darkness that was once our comfort, as we stumble into this world that we never really know. It might be different moments in time for each of us and under different circumstances I am sure, but we all share that one unique arrival, almost as well as we share our departure. Our only difference it seems, is distinguished in our passage from our sunrise, to our eventual and inescapable sunset. They say that we cry as we take our first breath of air, to clear our breathing passage and test our lungs for the long journey ahead, if we have that. Or maybe we cry because we have no idea what tomorrow brings and the uncertainty that stretches before us makes us scared. There are some that think such a concept is crazy, as it is impossible to know this from the womb. But is it though? I thought I heard voices even before I knew that they existed, or even what they were. I thought I heard singing too and words spoken outside that were meant for me, within. From the very darkness that kept me, I heard a promise that I would never be forsaken, and in the sweet comfort of those words, I not only trusted, but I believed.

Then one day, I heard him calling my name and I answered, with uncertainty to be honest. But I was reminded of the times before, when I knew things that I should not and I answered braver. And so it began, just as it always does, just as it should. To them it was my crying, but to me it was really my hello. Like I said, we all start the same don't we? Crying and screaming...