I am not sure I ever lived, except in this imagined space,
This concoction of words that perhaps make a little sense
To a kindly heart like yours.
If I was never born,
I never died. Was I immortal
Without ever being me, a person with a body, mind and soul,
Like you, but different, a unique variant?
I am no freak, no fiction, once I was a fact,
If Time can be trusted, solar or cosmic.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: birth