My child… I love her so deeply that she will not exist.

The warrior

who knows her weakness

walks barefoot through fire

just to prove she’s still alive

Not to be born

would have been mercy

The kindest mercy

But I was chosen

Condemned

To pain

To dream against my will

This flesh

A cage

Of borrowed time

This mind

A mirror

painfully aware

of its end

To pray why

to whom

She cannot see

And my child

my child…

I love her so deeply

that she will not exist

Not into a world

so cruel

to turn love

into a curse