The Cry of the Unborn
The Cry of the Unborn
I want to see the world at its most beautiful setting. I hunger to understand and know the ideas behind every single thing that people around me can offer. I would love to spend every single day of my life in a house that I can call home, in a grass meadow wherein I can do the craziest thing I can and with friends who can make me feel wanted. But where am I now?
It is dark in here. All I can see is nothing. Pitch black. Blinding obscurity. What to expect? I am still on my mother’s womb, conceived four months ago. Another five months is not a long time at all. Sooner, I will be enjoying the very first right I can attain; the right to live. I have to let them hear my most beautiful cry for it is the only moment in my lifetime that I can cry with a deafening sound and my mother is in front of me smiling with tears. What’s that smell? It is so gross. It is stinking to my nose. It feels like everything around me is rotten. The air is foul with decay. I can also smell rusty metals. The sound around me is just bizarre. I am expecting silence and it is not what I get. Metallic sounds- it echoes on my ears. It’s resounding. What is this place? The random sounds are followed by a silence. The next thing I hear is my mother’s cry as if trying to ease the pain. The last time I heard her cry was when my father left her for the reason that it is too early for me to exist in their relationship. I also felt the pain. It made me numb. It made me feel unwanted. I want to cry and shout but I am incapable. I thought that I have the capacity of making them love each other even more but I was wrong- I always am. Well, I am still young- younger than every person in the world, don’t have the skill to think right, never had the guts to separate right from wrong or at least know what the meaning of the two is. It is painful to do nothing when something is within reach. Now, I am alone, we are. Everything is now between the two of us- me and my mother. Four
I want to see the world at its most beautiful setting. I hunger to understand and know the ideas behind every single thing that people around me can offer. I would love to spend every single day of my life in a house that I can call home, in a grass meadow wherein I can do the craziest thing I can and with friends who can make me feel wanted. But where am I now?
It is dark in here. All I can see is nothing. Pitch black. Blinding obscurity. What to expect? I am still on my mother’s womb, conceived four months ago. Another five months is not a long time at all. Sooner, I will be enjoying the very first right I can attain; the right to live. I have to let them hear my most beautiful cry for it is the only moment in my lifetime that I can cry with a deafening sound and my mother is in front of me smiling with tears. What’s that smell? It is so gross. It is stinking to my nose. It feels like everything around me is rotten. The air is foul with decay. I can also smell rusty metals. The sound around me is just bizarre. I am expecting silence and it is not what I get. Metallic sounds- it echoes on my ears. It’s resounding. What is this place? The random sounds are followed by a silence. The next thing I hear is my mother’s cry as if trying to ease the pain. The last time I heard her cry was when my father left her for the reason that it is too early for me to exist in their relationship. I also felt the pain. It made me numb. It made me feel unwanted. I want to cry and shout but I am incapable. I thought that I have the capacity of making them love each other even more but I was wrong- I always am. Well, I am still young- younger than every person in the world, don’t have the skill to think right, never had the guts to separate right from wrong or at least know what the meaning of the two is. It is painful to do nothing when something is within reach. Now, I am alone, we are. Everything is now between the two of us- me and my mother. Four