birth
a jagged crack
spreads
over a
pulsing crimson
surface
as
new life
seeks to
break through
and
enter
a hostile
world
beating heart
wrapped in
cold
barbed wire
struggling to
restrain
the
new life
wanting
only
to know
birth
head
and
shoulders
elbows
and
arms
emerge
faceless
identity hidden
a
man
lifts himself
from his
prison
of pent up
emotion
and
secret
life
seeking light
but
finding only
dark
stymied
he remains
an inmate
in a world that
says
not yet
not yet
the tale told
by my
silent
tattooed
leg
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