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In Short Bursts (18th February 2006)
SCS (17th August 1988 / Solihull)

In Short Bursts (18th February 2006)

Poem By Sarah Capella Smith

I didn’t want to be born,
You told me;
I was safe and warm in your womb,

Your versatile bed;
A thin sheet of skin my linen.
I was born a hot ruby, in the element of fire.

Was I crying?
Surly I must have been crying.
Crying like Shakespeare asked me to.

I needed love like
I needed air to breathe, my flat lungs
Weren’t opposed to taking it all in.

The summer sun gave me
A welcome that mid-August 1988.
Now all I ever ask for is a welcome.

But I never get one.
From anyone.
I am a baby, not a box.

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