short poem
short poem birth complete text read free online short poem birth
short poem birth
by Hugh Cook


Signing no consent form,
I was crushed from the womb,
Head monstrous, swollen,
Born with pain amidst pain,
Welcomed by tears.
Birth, you may say, was an error.
But I do not repent, and will not.
I regret nothing.
It is a victory that
Out of the sludge of possibility,
My lobster crawled at least this far.
I am not vanquished yet.
Limits are not defeat.

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Copyright © 2005 Hugh Cook

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