Broken Cradle

He drowned.

Suffocated by the greed and hate of this world.

He slithered inside me pulling and gripping my walls.
They said the blood dripping down my thighs was normal
But I knew those were his tears.
He had me pregnant with his love needing him so someone would need me.

Yet like everyone else he lay within afraid.
Slowing wrapping is umbilical around his fragile neck
Till his tiny wind pipe was crushed along with my dreams of purpose.

For nine months I was buried in deception
Like a bright red rose with no petals

For nine months I was basking under hope
Like a precious stone waiting to be shaped

For nine months I kept loneliness at bay
Like the love once lost and found

For nine months I lied to myself
Like happiness has that one day it will come.

I grovel on my knees and plead to a faith I abandoned
"Please don't take him away too,
Give him a chance and take mine if that is the cost,
shield him from the grief of death and grant him a right to life..."

Suddenly crept out of my womb he lays in my arms...
The little boy I would have had lays cold and blue
no warmth, no hope, no life...

He was taken by happiness once again
only so I would never be afraid.