At birth

they dipped you in vinegar and lemon juice and

left you to dry in the bitter cold.

Shrivelled,

soaked, sore, soon

so still.

Almost spiritual it seemed

as darkness fell.

Soundlessly.

Fierce frightening.

Living, while little,

life’s darker flavours.

So, around you,

stepping carefully,

circumspect and cautious,

when my eyes could not yet breathe,

I felt inside, like yours,

my Faith, at such an early age, already

forsworn, dusty, splintered, disheartened,

finally, unused and abandoned,

expire.

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