the decision was mutual,
and my destiny followed.
With a striking collide,
it was done.
I was given life,
and it wasn't fair.
Innocence captured,
my prison term began.
Isolated from the outside;
Couldn't even see mom.
Drifting along time,
forced through,
daily tasteless feeding,
dark and murky surroundings,
and lonely solitude.
No one ever came here more than once,
if you know what I mean.
Asking myself if I'll ever get out,
smothered in soft confinement,
bound to the prison wall.
Escape seemed futile...
option less,
I sleep.
Swimming through dreams of the outside...
Waking,
with a disturbing jolt,
heavy thumping,
and tearful screaming.
"I WANT HIM OUT,
NOW!"
It was mom,
her heart always felt,
lingering close by.
Bold voice of support,
struggling for my freedom.
Stirring my own agitation,
kicking,
and punching the wall.
Then turning over...
Gentle calm,
quickly swallowed,
with aggressive rumbling.
Mom was shouting profanities,
easily penetrating the empty wall between us.
Solid persistence,
fighting for my release.
She was fearless,
determined,
angry,
sad,
and struggling through each breath of air.
My burden,
held in her hands.
Within her hardest cry,
one word,
"Pleeeassse!"
stretched out,
and stuttered through a stream of tears.
Sobbing resound,
ricocheting over,
and over again.
Each strike,
a painful sting.
I cower inside...
Then it came,
this was the one.
Pushed to the brink,
persistent pressure,
opened the door.
Time served
Strong nudging;
toward the light.
The sole choice,
was exit.
Entering the outside,
slipping into the arms of a stranger.
Ankles clenched,
held high,
dangling upside down,
fully exposed,
I was struck from behind.
Forcing the initial cry,
for a breath of air.
My capture said,
"congratulations,
it's a boy"
Mom has given birth,
and I was given,
life.
