6610155a671a863124b18faa259d9037Born inheriting jaundice
from an incubator world
nobody wanted to hold
the baby with malform
forehead elongated, she held on
wishing not to be born
till calipers force the point
leaving behind viking indent
brand scaring watery soul
who dreamed still of utero
without air banishment
moonshine, her first sup
on the mustard kick of luckless child
unwanted by chain-smoking teens
seeking succor in bricked up people
climbing invisible ladders to some faraway mount
not of tablet and command
more a belief if we earn enough
we can pay away our sin
she was a ward of one
listening to water rise in radiators, surge and grow cold
before her first birthday she learned
life is a scolding pecking bird
retreat inward like sleeping charm
wait out first 18 winters
till freed of snow you take flight
cutting yourself out of smite
the unwanted will inherit their cast
dyed in river beds to wash never indigo
the hue of their regret
O to be counted
surely one more drag, one more wrought night
lying back on pillows watching stars trip beyond
their pinpointed direction never clarified
do they seek their diminishment or
have they already died?
showing their skirt tails like faint ghosts
for weary-eyed consumer of bottled night
blinking as neon sign beneath liquor store
stays on throughout retching dark
luring empty hearts toward comforting glow
we drink because we need to feel full
starve ourselves to let bidden pain flow
cut out the parts that remind us how
we came in and left without touching earth
those children of no consequence
developing thick soles and empty shadows
no wonder then we stayΒ fissure thin
in diminished light of birth
reflecting our make
as weary moon, closes her eyes
flits behind rolling cloud
blocking out acknowledgement
like a candle can be snuffed
between a pinch and rub
you are no more than you were
the crust of you, harder to break
underneath there is a word
waiting in turn to ask
why?
must we inherit for our legacy
indifferent design?

0 Replies to “Reflecting our make”

  1. ouch…painfully true
    “those children of no consequence”
    there are so very many of them too.
    Saw the movie Lion this weekend…wow, what a world we live in.

          1. Thank you, you are not really a slacker in this department though . I have noticed a change in your poetry lately…it was wonderful before but you are surpassing yourself

  2. Heart -touching and heart – breaking, “those children of no consequence” are lying their heads on pillow, if lucky enough to have one, with no one to tuck them in, kiss them goodnight, read them a story or let them know they are loved. So many. Too many and so much indifference. Tears should cover your writing here. Thank you!

  3. OMG this takes me back to my time in paediatrics during my nurses training. Only did a short stint there but it was heartbreaking to see the unwanted little ones. There was one newborn I will never forget. The babe was born very disabled and left in a corner on its own. We were not allowed to offer any comfort or solace – just water. It was left to die. And this is civilised ?

    1. Right? Your example is perfect and so true. It is just … awful. I cannot imagine that .. and yet. Oh what a very sad story. That is horrific and yet … sigh. I don’t know it’s just so cruel and nature can be cruel too. But humans tend to be the cruelest. But also the kindest. Such contrasts.

  4. So heartbreaking that any child would be left to die, alone and unwanted. The thought of it makes be cry huge tears from deep down in a part of me that has felt the sting of difference and indifference. Perhaps it is fare less than those of which you were speaking, but enough to know the tragedy of such horrible acts so lacking in kindness and compassion. It never ceases to amaze how you can dig down into the well of your being as well as your experiences and describe in such eloquent words elements, good and bad, of the human condition. Je t’aime, N
    πŸ™‚ <3

    1. Big hug back my friend – thank you for reading this and commenting on it and feeling I shed light on such things I do try πŸ™‚ It is good to know that it is something that comes across xo

  5. I have held many unwanted children. In a nation ripped apart by communism. Words for me were unable to describe the pain I felt within. The pain of the child unable to ask for help! Doctors and nurses- doing the best they could day after day. Silent expressions were the normal- caring and loving was all one had left.And yet in this time of heart ache- a baby/ child would feel the warmth of being held. Touch starvation is a pain- no child should have to go through. I thank every one around the world- that are every day- dealing with situations many of us would run from. And for those who bring it to our attention. Thank you !

    1. Well said. Very well said. I do believe people need to know how many unwanted children exist, and I am glad to always try to spread the unsung and the unheard among us as much as possible – you are so right about touch-starvation that causes me to ache to imagine how they must feel (or not learn to feel). Thank you my friend

        1. Wow that is a really, really encouraging and kind thing to say. I am so glad to hear that. I often feel the reverse and so this is very encouraging. Thank you so much for your lovely kindness.

  6. Reading you always challenges the placidity of my heart…and I welcome that feeling over and over. Brilliant, Poetess. <3

    1. You realize that’s a totally great comment right? ‘reading you challenges the placidity of my heart’ I love that! Wow ! Thank you. Huge praise. I realize I am not usually ‘happy go lucky’ and I fear that it may not be a good thing but I Yam what I Yam and I am glad you appreciate whatever that is !

      1. Am I? Blimey, I better check LOL
        PS On Sunday afternoon, I was out walking and said to the Missus out of the blue ‘EM I’ve just realised what Candice means’ LOL
        Ah, the speed of thought.

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