The Unreality
A Poem
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend
A world with no beginning or end
An unplanned existence
Full of survival and resistance
A resiliency that has been fed to me before my infancy
Surviving a world that never wanted me
Yet, here I stand
An unplanned child
Unwanted inconvenience
Hewn into the man that stands before you
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This was so poignant. Loved your poem!