Unborn

When your blank boot

Smashed into that defenceless face

Again and again

A face you’d never met before

Eyes you’d never looked into –

You revealed your real terror

Of becoming human(e)

Your terror of feeling joy

Your terror of love.

That’s why you hate your own soul

That’s why it is so malformed

So furious in it’s feeling of impotence

So hopeless.

Your own father must have hated you

Your mother ignored you

To show you such little humanity.

Has there ever been anyone in your life

Who cherished you

Such that it challenged your cowardice?

Every child seeks love

But now you have reached the chronological age of adulthood

You have stopped looking for it

And have chosen only to hate anyone and everything

That has the courage to grow in gentleness.