Born into a world that was cursed by sin,
Nurtured by the needs of greed and pride;
Oh how the womb should have left me within
And never revealed the darkness outside.
Would that it sheltered me from temptation
And all of the sorrow and emptiness,
To be set apart in isolation
And protected from all this world's distress.
Ah, what that ignorance would have taken
And left a frail faith with slumbering eyes;
A sleep from which we could not awaken,
Having no reason to stand up and rise.
For joy is unknown without knowing pain
And faith finds no strength without any strain.
This poem was a finalist in the June 2017 poetry contest