Baby Born With No Love, Yet He Survived
He grew up to be a man against all odds
Baby Born With No Love, Yet He Survived
Baby born with no love,
No arms waiting wide,
No whispered welcome,
Just a cry in an empty room.
The world did not rush to hold him,
No soft faces leaned near,
The air was cold and careless,
Even the light felt distant.
He learned early how to watch,
How to read a room in seconds,
How to quiet his hunger,
How to need less than he should.
Other children were carried,
He carried himself instead,
Small hands gripping nothing,
Still refusing to fall.
They thought he would break,
Thought absence would hollow him out,
But something stubborn burned inside,
A small fierce refusal.
Baby born with no love,
Yet he survived,
And one day he will give it freely,
Because he knows its cost.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Sad but uplifting
Have you read the story of punch the monkey in a Japanese zoo? His mother abandoned him and he found comfort in a toy. Very famous.