Published December 21, 2011 by atirahjewel

Could you imagine,

Being born into death,

Born into suffering, pain,


Could you imagine,

Being born dead,

To see death before life,

Is the short breath you take,

Your first or your last,

Which will it be remembered as?

Or how about being born,

From death,

Because your mother was too weak,

Too frail and unhealthy,

To see you cry,

To see you at all,

To make up for it,

She had to give you her last breath,

As your first.

Just close your eyes and imagine,

Imagine being so hungry,

That you can’t even think about all of the people,

The greedy people of the world,

Who take more,

Than they need,

But refuse to give,

The stubborn people who waste,

Waste all they’ve got,

But still do not give,

Imagine being to tired to even think about the people around you,

The people who care,

The people who share all they have,

Every last crumb,

To the people around them,

Because the know what it’s like,

To be unfortunate,

To not be properly cared for.


Just imagine,

That is all you can do,

For you are one of the fortunate,

One who is loved,

Cared about,

One who takes all they have for granted,

Thought they shouldn’t,

Or else they could end up,

Dead, like in their imagination,

You don’t know how it feels,

But it’s NEVER too late,

To find out.

So be appreciative,

Show some gratitude,

For what you have,

Who knows what could happen?


Copyright © 2011 by

Atirah Jewel


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