Still Born

unborn
feels odd, surreal to even consider
the fate you befell
your heart beating
living, breathing, but no protective shell
a flaw in your design
cut off before growing
didn’t see the light about to shine
darkness’s all you’ll ever know
left before you came
aware of your presence
a soul?
traceless without a name
a mark
a beating heart not bearing life
a brief appearance
a spark
seeing a shooting star
making a wish won’t make it right
a body
bearing little feet
footprints left behind
walking in spirit
here for a ticking of time
still, born