Born to live

I don�t know how to make this any more poetic, because I don�t think you can make a beating poetic. I could make a short story, but it wouldn�t describe the sheer terror, pain, loneliness, and suffering this baby has felt. I have so wanted to put his stor

Light
A cold room
Voices surround
Alive, I scream
Into a woman’s arms
Mother, she was called
“home” they said
A cradle rested my head
Not for long
Days passed
Fear -
I first heard its sound
When this man swung me around
Upside down, I cried
The car seat side met my eyes
A neighbors cry stopped the man who made me blind
I could no longer see
But I could hear when fear was near me
 Rough hands
Hardened fists
My face broke beneath his curled fingertips
Drip, drip
I first saw my own blood
Mommy’s hands wiped it up
Thin air
Insides twisting
My head broke under the floors beating
Mommy’s hands
I am crying
Fast moving car
Doctors gentle hands in the ER
Pain all over
Tube down my nose
Warm blanket soothes my crying
Wrapped tightly I am quiet
Fear is nowhere near
I sleep with my eyes half open
They are too swollen to close
Soft voices
I awake
Needles pierce my skin
I cry
My tummy fills and I am silent
Asleep
Awake
More pain
Days pass
My eyes still hurt like a thousand bee stings
But I manage the pain with all my sleeping
A lady’s voice
Her hands pick me up and hold me close
“social worker”
Another car
Brand new house
Lot’s of voices scream and shout
“Don’t touch his eye,” the lady says
“Danny,” a lady calls me by my name
“Welcome to our home”
Months pass
More doctors touch me
Hurt me
“Blind, deaf” they say
Another home
The foster mom’s friend
“adopt” this lady says
Thick plastic frames are placed on my face
New Mom’s smile fills my eyes
I see
I have legs that stand me up
I walk
Mommy’s hands hold me
My eyes do not hurt so much
And I want to run and play
“nine months old” mommy says
I can only hear her as if she is far away
I could listen to her voice all day
But I can only hear little of what she says
Warm blankets keep me company at night
Mommy feeds me in the morning
I have all I need
Even though I can’t hear or see
I know Fear can never hurt me
And that’s enough for me






 

Author's Note

Danny (name has been changed) stayed in his adoptive home. He is scheduled to have eye surgery to take out his left eye and replace it with a glass one. The eye has been damaged beyond repair although the doctors have done everything they can. He is also scheduled to have his hearing aid put in, but until then, he is taught sign language into his hand so he can understand people.

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Wow. This is amazing. It's true, right? That's horrible.