It’s a niggling feeling,
It’s a faint… but constant pain.
Of something I lost once,
Well torn from me, ripped from my grasp,
And hidden by a godly nun,
Of a face, a face of a baby boy.
A baby, mine… I never…
(Block it out and forget about it)
Never there was a baby,
It’s only in my dreams I hear his… a cry?
I tell me, they look away,
There WAS no baby,
I WAS no mother…
Then how come I have the scar?
Forgive them for they knew not what they'd done in the name of the father, son and holy wraith... and if you believe that you will be forever fooled... Amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, Melissa - incredibly powerful & moving. Thank you.