Gifted but Unborn

Wed, 08/13/2014 - 17:00 -- Bernice


I am the "unborn"

I wonder if I will ever see light.

I wonder if I will ever see the face of my mom and dad.

I wonder if they will like me.

 I am the "unborn".


I hear alot of yelling, but I don't know what it means.

I don't have a clue on the topic.

I'm not fully developed, some words are new to me.

I haven't been in her stomach for very long.

I am the "unborn"


My father seems pretty angry.

My mother seems pretty sad.

I want to come out and hug my parents already. 

Time goes by, and I lay my head to rest.

I am the "unborn".


The sound of metal clinging wakes me up.

I found myself with my mom in a hospital.

All I hear is "everything will be okay" over...and over.

Excitement fills my soul.

I am the "unborn".


Is it time for me to finally come out?

I'm finally going to meet my mom.

I don't see nor hear my father though..

Will he be there too?

I am the "unborn".


Why dont I see family members?

I still dont hear daddy.

Doesn't he want to meet me?

I'm getting pretty nervous.

I am the unborn.


I see sharp utensils coming in my direction.

Is this how it's done?

Where's the care?

Am i not human?

I'm pulled out...Mommy is crying..



No chance to live.

No chance to view the beauty of life.

No chance to hug mommy and daddy.

No chance...No chance at all.

I am the unborn who was never born.







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