Abandoned

When we were delivered
into this world
from our mother's womb
as healthy little human beings
we were routinely
put into isolation prison:
Small fiberglass boxes.
To prevent us
getting infections
from our mothers.
That was the medical knowledge
at the time.
We lay in those boxes:
Alone
Cold
Terrified
Certain that we were abandoned.
Crying
Wailing
No one coming!
All alone
No one coming!
Crying
Wailing
Terrified
Beliefs formed - convictions rather:
That this world
is a hostile place
and not to be trusted!
Crying
Wailing
Crying
Terrified
And all alone
in a hostile, cold and unfeeling world.

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Insomnia

To lie down again
in that blasted bed,
only to be wrecked
by the usual
nightmares.
Waking up
a bundle of cramps.
Feeling more
like a zombie
in a science fiction movie
than a living and breathing
human being.
Every fiber of my body
roaring with pain.
And the question:
How will I make it
through another blasted day
with this body?
Will there ever again
be relaxation
and sweetness
and light?