Jul 2016
I never did see the stars from my dark room.
I never felt the cool air on my skin,
or ever hold it in my lungs.
I never swam in the sea,
I can imagine the buoyancy,
but not the cold.
My legs never developed enough strength,
to walk along the beaches,
or climb a mountain,
or crawl across carpeted flooring.
I've felt the vibrating voices,
the calls to be.
I've tried to kick and push my way out,
I'm waiting to be pushed down,
I long for that first cry,
but I am trapped,
in decay.
I never felt the cool air on my skin,
or ever hold it in my lungs.
I never swam in the sea,
I can imagine the buoyancy,
but not the cold.
My legs never developed enough strength,
to walk along the beaches,
or climb a mountain,
or crawl across carpeted flooring.
I've felt the vibrating voices,
the calls to be.
I've tried to kick and push my way out,
I'm waiting to be pushed down,
I long for that first cry,
but I am trapped,
in decay.
What do people think about titles that hint towards the narrative? I was going to call this Unborn but felt like the story was better if you arrive at that yourself. Plus I'm not sure authorial intent means anything, its really all about the image it produces inside the reader. I think this title leaves the poem more open to interpretation (which I think is a good thing. Maybe?) I'm never really sure what my poems mean. I usually aim to tell one story but when I finish I always see other stories that I seem to have told. I'd like to hear people thoughts in the comments. (cool my notes are longer than the poem)
