The Unborn Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

She looks down her tummy and cries,
She's full with child and full of lies,
The broken promises and shattered dreams,
The promises made during passionate whims,
During the moment of stolen glory,
The moments they made their own love story,
Reality though, is a different story,
Or just fragments of a lucid memory,

I can only watcher from a distance,
If I go any closer she'll jump off the roof in an instance,
She curses loudly at her own unborn,
She damns the fate that remains unknown,
I pity her and the thinking of her foolish mind,
She longs for joy yet wants to leave it behind,
The pride and joy that comes with motherhood,
The news of a newborn is news that is always good,
There's not a man greater than that infant boy,
That infant boy whose story hasn't been told,
Whose fate is fresh, whose love is pure,
Whose future is bigger than he can dream,
Whose ambition is driven by our motivation?
The unborn could be anything if we believed in him,
He could be greater than the greatest men.