Cave Series 4: Born again from darkness?

My face is being pressed in. I am passing along a tight channel. I struggle and shout at the top of my lungs. This is because I have already been born the normal way – quite a few years ago. Now I feel like I am rebirthing voluntarily to find out who I am. Darkness surrounds me. Darkness couches me in her lap. She is warm and inviting. Maybe she wants me to stay; she doesn’t want me out in the light. I don’t care. I press on. My nostrils eject air, cold air, and my upper lip gets chilled. The cold air flows over my body and chills my legs. I don’t know why, or where it comes from. I only know I inhale desperately and hold it till it bursts. It’s my very first breath, over and over again. And when it leaves, it’s my last breath, over and over again. And I cry inside me, trying to escape. And my skull is constraining me – it is too wide for this channel. And there’s a huge slanting streak of darker darkness in the lighter darkness that holds me fast. But I continue shouting and the echoes bounce off the black walls. And the stars and streams of colour keep taunting me. But there is no light yet. So I continue shouting, as my face is pushed in and my head groans against its shackles… Yet I will see the light.