Isaac's p.o.v
As a victim of circumstance,
stress is a thorn in my side.
I am torn out of my mother's
womb way too soon. I can't
go back there where I feel safe
the most. You see the longing
in my eyes for the life I never
knew and almost lost. Born
prematurely, my future is
filled with so much uncertainty.
It was never suppose to be
this way, I am sick and you
watch me suffer. I long for
your healing touch and the
words "I love you". Undying,
hope keeps me alive long
enough to leave the Neonatal
Intensive Care Unit.