New Beginnings

New Beginnings”

The mewling cries of newborns assault his ears.

Gasping in revelation, he rises from his chair.

As he sobs, his dark brown eyes glisten with unshed tears.

He had been waiting, tapping his Nike’s on the off-white linoleum floor in fear.

He occasionally touches the Plexiglas as his clammy skin shivers, cold and bare.

The mewling cries of newborns assaults his ears.

His eyes widen as the masked men, their scrubs covered in his lovers’ blood, approach like deer.

His curiosity peaks, hopelessly bent on his prayers;

as he sobbed, his dark brown eyes glisten with unshed tears.

They bow their heads pitifully, the gentle shake of their heads ignite his fear.

His hopes fall face first as his chest constricts, all too aware

of the mewling cries of newborns assaulting his ears.

This all-consuming pain morphs to rage, a bloody canvas painted before him as he leers.

He shuts his eyes, catechizing his helpless body to accept this nightmare.

He sobs; his dark brown eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He has the sudden urge to accuse these men, rip them apart limb by limb with shears,

but he diverts his attention to gravity itself, the sleeping newborn named Claire,

 lying in her incubator. “Hey Claire, it’s Daddy. Don’t worry.

Your Mommy’s watching over you,” he assures, pointing in the air reverently

as the mewling cry of his newborn child assaults his ears,

and he smiles, his dark brown eyes no longer glistening with unshed tears.