How long?
How long must I be locked
inside this tiny cell?
When will I see the light of life;
her sounds; her touch; her smells?
How long?
How long must I be cramped
in this windowless room?
Won’t someone please sever my bond;
rescue me from this gloom?
“Only a few more months”, she said,
talking to the dream in her womb.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | June 23, 2011 - 15:46
This one completely took me by surprise at the end.
What a beautiful ending!
Jenny.
Highhat | June 23, 2011 - 17:11
Yes I wasn't expecting the end either. But you know well-wisher personally I don't think the baby feels cramped- on the contrary I think he/she really loves the warmth and the heartbeat and being surrounded by so much security. Can you picture that maybe? No offence meant- I promise you. Haven't you ever wished yourself back in the womb? I have-
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;)Pia
well-wisher | June 23, 2011 - 17:49
Thankyou, Jennifer. I'm glad that it was a surprise.
The realization of the twist ending is a good symbol of epiphany, I always feel.
well-wisher | June 23, 2011 - 17:59
Pia, I didn't really give the poem a literal interpretation. I saw the baby as representing someone struggling; perhaps an artist or a
political prisoner, without knowing their future.
The baby is like anyone going through hardship who wonders, "Is it all worth it? When will I make a breakthrough?".
The twist ending is supposed to show that, what seems 'hopeless' may end in 'hope'.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Highhat | June 23, 2011 - 18:29
I wish I could have seen that deep well-wisher !!
;)Pia