URGENT: Can a Mod please move this to the Writing section as I have created it in the wrong place and for this I apologise.

As stated before in my poem of death I am not a 'rhymer' I don't feel the need to rhyme my poems when there is no need.

I am Born


It hurts, I can’t breathe.
I’m being pulled, pulled towards a light, a round light.
I’m out of the tunnel, a man, a man in white,
He’s holding me. Upside down.

Oww!

He hit me, I’m crying, screaming with all my lungs.
I’m covered in blood, its dripping everywhere. Blood and crying.
No, not that, please don’t cut it.
The man in white’s blade cut my stomach connection.

Mummy, I want my mummy,
Put me back in, back in my sanctuary.

Comfy, I’m wrapped in it. The man hands me to a woman.
She’s smiling. And warm. I like her.

Nine months in my safe place,
Now I’m here.
So this is birth, this is it.
My beginning.

This is a poem that I am not 100% sure about whether or not it flows smoothly. Comments and reviews are welcome.