You were beautiful in there,
A beauty with such great fragility
It made all of our grand structures
Seem dull and Pointless
You moved in there
We had our cameras watching your every move
We decided if you were even alive
Or if you were anything more than a piece of clay
A raw spark that we could keep, discard or give away
Time and our useless rationalizations meant nothing to you
In there
That small space that was shrinking every second as you
filled it
The tiniest fingers
The closed perfect eyes
Fighting for your life
No room for doubt, no malice nor forgiveness
Life without compromise
A space in that room
Where you wouldn’t remember
Not until we told you
How you kicked and how you fought
And how stubborn and insistent
You were…being born.
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