Paradox Of Life

The Unborn's Plea

In the depths of your womb, I softly plead,
Mother, do you truly want to proceed?
Do you long for me or feel compelled?
Is it my presence you eagerly held?

Do I belong in this world of unknown?
Is it a place where I'll be safely grown?
But dear mother, can you truly provide,
A life for me where joy won't subside?

I don't seek mere survival, I yearn to live,
To embrace the struggles life may give.
But tell me, Mother, can you ensure,
A life for me that's not plagued by a blur?

I won't force your hand, it's your decree,
For you know what's best, what I should be.
I'm but a tiny being, not yet seen,
But imagine my existence, like a dream.

Do you think I'll care for trivial things,
When I know not of what the world brings?
I don't know my purpose, my destined role,
But I deserve a life that makes me whole.

A life that I can proudly proclaim,
'Look, this is the reason I came!
This is the path my mother set me upon,
To become the person I've now become.'

Mother, be certain, make no mistake,
Ignore societal pressure, for goodness' sake.
Listen to your heart, its rhythmic chime,
Imagine it as a tune of both yours and mine.

Now tell me, do I truly belong here,
While you ponder, shed away your fear.
Know that I don't wish for pain or regret,
No suffering is what I wish to forget.

Oh, I hear you, Mother, the world can be cruel,
Filled with sinners and hypocrites who rule.
Don't listen to the opinions of the crowd,
Nor the norms that oppress, screaming loud.

Don't feel guilty if I don't join this land,
For maybe it's better if I don't take a stand.
Better that I remain in heaven's embrace,
Enjoying the love you gave, in a different space.

But if I am to be born into this sphere,
I hope for a life that's truly sincere.
A life where I'm nurtured with tender care,
Provided for, dressed well, and taught with flair.

Education, a gift I hope to receive,
To explore and learn, and eagerly achieve.
If not, then rejoice, for saving me so,
By sparing the hardships this world may bestow.

Not being born, my purpose fulfilled,
To make you strong, as destiny willed.
Don't weep, dear mother, my love remains,
I'll always appreciate the choice that sustains.

Goodbye, dear mother, as you contemplate,
In this brief time, decide my fate.
Now I must slumber and silently rest,
As you ponder my fate, be blessed.