Child in the dark waiting to be born

Last night in my dreams I saw a child that child was me, he was embracing himself against the dark. He knows not why, nor imagines why. He only acknowledges the existence and the “feel of things” to come. He waits…He waits… He waits for the reality that will knowing come, He knows it will come…with a vengence and a rage, it will come, and he waits…   Life without pain, He waits… For neither shame nor sorrow He waits… He waits for the scars to heal, They are deep, The soul was wounded, And it lies there bleeding, until it too will come, with a vengence and a rage masked by duty. Oh, Yes!  It too shall come.   Muffled voices fall on a muted, numb brain, but he feels the tension.. he knows, Anticipation crushes his chest… and he knows. Oh God!  Please!  But he knows. Fear grips his eyes as it turns them to liquid. Light suddenly and blindly explodes the room It has come.   Somewhere tonight a child sleeps, curled inside himself.  He tries to reach the womb, nine months without pain, no sorrow, not tears. For in the womb there was comfort and peace, breathing deep breaths.  The child will find much in this world, pain and sorry, joy and love. So for now he waits… and dreams of gossamer wings that will fly him to peace and a life without pain… He waits.   by Derek   darkness.jpg

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~ by deveil on OctoberUTCb000000amTue, 09 Oct 2007 11:01:58 +000007 19, 2007.

3 Responses to “Child in the dark waiting to be born”

  1. Dark, with hope. Compelling reading.

  2. Where did the art piece come from? Kinda eerie but I like it.

  3. Hi Derek,

    I love the picture! Is it a Derek original?

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