Birth (inspired in Golden Dawn - Golden Opportunity, by Patricia J Tausz) A fear floods my heart. A weird fear. It is as if something wanted to come out from me and say something. In fact, something wants to be born. I feel the pain. Something desires a dawn, a beginning. But, not just a dawn… it wants a remarkable one, with an impressive pink sky. I cannot see what it is. I feel, with affliction, that something wants to have a body. Something wants to penetrate the factual reality. What is it? What is it? This uncertainty disturbs my soul. What is it? Wait a minute. Wow! My first guess: it is the unknown. What is…? What…? W…? W… Wo… Wor.. Word. Eureka! It is. A word. A word eventually shows up. It wants to feast. I also want it, because my uncertainty away rolled and my fear and anguish wore off. Such a soothing feeling! But, hold on. Hold on! My soothing quickly falls through. The certainty bites the dust. Word. Wor… Wo… W…? Word? Which word?