And I stole someone's childhood by merely coming into existence.
The damage that I did by being born is infinite and there isn't a way for it to be undone.
There is no peace offering or apologies that bring back childhoods or the toddlers need for the affection of their parents.
And I stole someone's childhood by merely coming into existence.
The thought itself now defines my very being; pain and destruction...
The wounds that I inflicted by breathing evenly after birth seemed to have scarred a child too young to understand pain.
In all certainty it wasn't supposed to be like this or that's the lie I repeat in my head to soothe my wounds hoping it would work like ointment but it acts like disinfectant stinging reminding me that God choose this.
He choose to let me breathe and perhaps amongst his many plans the child that was wounded by my birth was just collateral damage.
For the second born children who were never wanted nor needed.
