this was written for me and it still makes me cry knowing things got so messed up along the way but it will 4ever be mine.

o be the first to hold the new life 
the blessing of a newborn child 
or a new love that always was you. 

Salvation perhaps, for the few, 
the privileged, 
the plastic, and maybe me, 
if I am lucky or courageous. 

For in and of itself, 
this is a hollow life 
of loneliness 
lived in secret angry 
retrospect and regret. 

Time, space, position and privilege are bitter 
restraints and need to fall upon the 
floor like a used up placenta. 


If I must be born again, 
let me born 
of your body, 
of your blood, 
of your soul. 

In silence and longing 
I worship you. 

-- Edited by Manon on Friday 4th of September 2009 08:01:43 PM