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Usually the birth of a child saddens me;
It’s been released unto a malicious and uncaring world.
A world that- because of billions like this child- cannot support it.

As the child’s warm fist clutches my pinky,
I can feel my cynicism melt,
I feel an unfamiliar, strange and uncomfortable hope,
I feel its unconditional love for me.
I feel like if I can affect this child-
Then, somehow, I will matter

My tranquility is interrupted by the child’s mother,
As she swoops down to grasp the child with painted talons.
She gives it kisses from her chemically tainted lips,
And she whispers it twisted sweet promises.

But, it is she who will grow this soul,
And she by an unspoken societal law will be the one to guide its life.

Not me.
I weaken.
I feel unimportant.
And hope dies.

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

this piece touched my soul
every word written with such deep hertfelt emotions
these words
"As the child's warm fist clutches my pinky,
I can feel my cynicism melt,
I feel an unfamiliar, strange and uncomfortable hope,
I feel its unconditional love for me.
I feel like if I can affect this child-
Then, somehow, I will matter"
mezmerizing
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Riverdance]

There's always hope as long as you are there to undo the bad habits of the mother.
Very touching.

Thanks for entering in the Move Me contest!

~Rd

[CLUTZ]

don't be sad, hope is still there. I like this. i don't know what else to say so i will shut up.

[Pj]

This was a wonderful journey through emotions of sadness, elation and then back to sadness. You made me look again, because usually I find that after the sadness the pieces will end on a happy note..but this was different and in that, wonderful!

A great job :D