` Born Still `
` Born Still `
A child of mine spent an entirety of life at birth; not allowed entrance to this world, but carried to a death before a life could even begin...
Not given even one glimpse into a world it would never know, not even one word spoken, just a deep silence as passing devoured a fragile soul...
Not even a cry, to initiate a life, only lonley desperation, flying unaided into a darkness, endeavoring to hold on, weakening to change a fate, a darkness of what would never be...
Along the way, something did change: when that sprit departed, a soul became hardened, resolved, like a piece of raw steel factured at its core...
Losing that tender spirit back into the heavens, just wishing it would have been given that one chance to fly as an angelic sparrow on its own...
That child that was born still to a darkness of what would never be...
- sjbeaux
Art - Airesh Kate Caliso Quiapo
"sparrow"
- thoughts -
When a child dies before birth, You never get to hear that first voice nor witness life from their eyes. Still, that child lived; it came into this world. That existence was real.
In these words, I seek consolation with my memories of a soul born still that never was given a chance to fly like a sparrow on its own...
- inspiration -
"Memories saturate my heart, and the story of you spills from my eyes."
—Grace Andren
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