1 August 2012
I swear I saw your face in the rain last night, a face that I don't even know but inside one that I have grown so somehow I subconsciously know - I saw your face through the rain, drops past your face bearly make the image but it's clear you are the infant made in my image. So I fear that this rain is the tears that you weep for a life you long to live, a life that I decided was mere science fool me for thinking that this unborn child could ever breathe. I feel it breathing right now a spirit when I sleep, she smiles unjudgingley in the dreams that I see. And when I wake that is all that is imprinted in my mind, im blinded by my choice that I chose to choose and only just realising everything I had to lose. This life growing inside my womb, can I really decide whether she has the right to live her life? I swear I saw your face in the rain last night, I just wish it were true.
(this is spoken word, it has a fast rhythm when read. Inspiration from a spoken word video that I watched.)
I Swear I Saw Your Face • Opuss № I