Let Me live

A Cry from the Womb

I first beheld her, veiled in a smile,

Yet sorrow lurked beneath, all the while.

Her laughter rang, but dimly shone,

A sun eclipsed, a joy unknown.

Her heart wept silent, tears unseen,

Burdened by woes, cruel and keen.

She stood like a tempest, fierce yet frail,

While fate conspired a tragic tale.

Within her womb, a voice so small,

A whisper, yet it yearned to call—

"Oh Mother, shield me, let me stay,

Don't cast my budding life away."

"I promise, I will be your light,

Your dawn in every endless night.

Let me breathe, let me grow,

Let me touch the world, let me know."

"I float in warmth, my soul divine,

Shaped by hands of love divine.

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Soon I'll have fingers, soon I'll have toes,

Soon I'll be someone your heart knows."

"Oh Mother, grant this wish so small,

To call you mine, to love you all.

Let not his will my fate decide,

Let not my spark in shadows hide."

For she may carry or cast away,

But silent lips have naught to say.

Her hands hold power, cruel yet calm,

To grant a life—or sing its psalm.

What sin have I, yet unborn, sown?

What field destroyed, what mercy disowned?

Why am I barred from the world's embrace,

Denied the sun, denied my place?

In darkness, I question, I weep, I dream—

Is this world forged by God supreme?

I know not His world, though they say it's grand,

But I know the world that made Him... by hand.