We are born

I wake up with a pregnant mind.

My son
My unborn child.

How can I ever forget your lack of existence?

I'm as patient as I can get...

Our love like a chain
holds me
in the prison of our abandoned feelings.

My son
My wild child

I know you'll meet this place.

Once I said this wasn't the world for a child
what is?

Life is the gift I had for you.

You fell on the water

Shattered

Displaced.

I'm the father and the creation
I'm your death

It hurts so much having to imagine your face
my child
I'll see you in the streets of my wondering despair.

By Tom Sottomayor