Birth – poetic expression

 
Thinking back on my unrealised life
I’ve never been present at a birth
I mean procreation in any form
Physical pain and bloody towels
Is missing from my curious mind
Nothing from my loins
Has produced progeny of any kind
Sure ideas creative thoughts have appeared
Though not a child of man animal or insect
Has been witnessed other than in documentary films
I have been privileged to hear parents
Recount the joys and tears of a child’s appearance
I have never felt less of myself
Because I never found an excuse
To believe I needed to express
My manliness in a clone of myself
Some may judge me as incomplete
I do at times reflect on this
Those feelings they have enjoyed
Deep down inside I may have missed
I’m at peace with all of this
As I have no reason to expect
Parts of my life are incomplete
Rather there are so many different ways
Where I’ve allowed myself to be a pawn of influence
In my daily life I’ve experienced the consequence
Those questions have challenged my characteristics
Though my deep entrenched traits have kept me at peace
I’m content that my actions were within my capacities
To live within that moment of my limited capabilities
It is only now as the observer of my past
I feel comfortable with my unfulfilled tasks
So adapting the narrative of my past exploits
I’m now content to let the fantasy of birth
To be something I no longer need to process
PJR 8.01.2024