Unborn

I, within my Mother's womb
Intimate yet unknown.
Cossetted, sustained, imprisoned:
Striving for release.
Writhing, thrusting,
Hearing, growing
Release me!
But what of the world outside?
What destiny for me?

Unborn

To live or die?
Shall I know sun and rain,
Fear and pain,
Love and joy?
Girl or Boy,
Who am I?
Do I really want to know?
When I see the light I'll scream
I'm born - to die!

Sheila Jakobsson