The Table of the Unborn

They formed a society, that of the unborn.
To put forth their grievances and voice their unheard cries.
they gather around an unseen table. Its as insignificant as what they feel.
Banned from the real world where dreams come true and life is actually lived.

Imagine being given a free ticket to the circus and then when you reach the entrance gate,
they tear your ticket and don't allow you in!
What are you going to feel? why were you given the hope of seeing the circus in the 1st place?
Why was the ticket even issued to you?

This world we live in ... its a circus....
Filled with talent in all its forms... but also with people who like to act as jokes and treat others as jokes too.
The unborn child within the walls of her mothers womb was given a ticket to enter this circus.
But the very moment it was decided that she should grow no more, that ticket was snatched from her and torn.

And in that very destruction of life comes the destruction of a soul,
a dream, an achiever, a learner and possibly a leader.
In that abortion of breath, a spirit that came through so far dies, there dies a miracle,
there dies science and also one of mans greatest creations.

And today as they sit around this table of grief, they regret to see how many more of them are going to be seated at this table.
Like ghosts wanting to avenge their lives, but helpless beings, unable to fight.
with no voice and no say of their own, no governing power and no ability to fight for their own...
They sit and wait till a solution is found and for people to stop behaving like irresponsible clowns.

Captured

Like a photo shot at the right moment, the memory of you has been Captured.
And by captured, I don't mean an image of a still scene.
I mean my hands wrapped around that moment , holding it tight.
Why such a tight grip on a memory ? Because I can't make the same mistake twice....
When I held on to you loosely.... you slipped away... not because you wanted to...
But because I didn't show you enough how much you were wanted by me.
So i'm not gonna loose these memories the way I let you go.

But holding onto these memories has really got me wondering.
Am I capturing or have I been captured?
Because holding onto something in the past when everything has changed....
Is alright if you don't hope for it to be the same again.
But if the hope of it all coming back exists, then you're pretty much captured.

And is being captured good for you?
Is being hung on to something that may never exist, healthy for you?
For me, being captured feels like belonging. And who wouldn't wanna belong?
To me, being captured by memories and hopes is like being embraced by an imagination.
Like being enveloped in your own pleasant world,
Content and secure in a bubble of YOU and all that YOU WANT.

And yes, when I open my eyes, this bubble bursts and i'm back to reality,
I'm back to freedom,  i'm back to where i'm supposed to be.
But there is and there may always be a part of me....
That prefers to belong... prefers to be be owned and prefers to be captured.

I Cannot Be Taken Down

There is a past that has brought me here
There was a moment that had me shed a tear
I can go back to it everyday
But not a single person can take me down in any way.

My battles I fought with my own will
Like a wounded soldier, I didn't sit still.
With the sweat of determination and the blessings of the skies
I walked forward into the war and my strength did not grow to die.

I needed not a shield and sword,
My battle wasn't of that type
My words and thoughts brought me to the field.
I wasn't going to leave without displaying their might.

I remember the struggle like it was just yesterday
Because it was...this battle happens everyday.
But like those on the border taking care of us all
I cannot afford to let him in who will cause me a great fall.

And every once in a while comes a Trojan horse
The kind that will charm its way through the door
And when true colors surface and I realize my mistake
The battle is not just against the enemy anymore.

So I've faced a thousand and I'll face a thousand more
There's no way I could tire with a spirit that I've kept in store
Cause the past gave me lessons and the present gives me opportunities
I most certainly cannot be taken down for sure.