A Haiku Poem
Creation of life
Empty bellies fill with joy
Only to suffer
The other day, in the midst of both a panic attack and trying to come up with my next poetic idea, I thought of the following notion:
I wish my mom hadn’t given birth to me. Why? So I wouldn’t have to suffer this much.
Granted, I don’t feel as anxious as before (oh, but just you wait!), however, this thought process is still interesting to me.
How a mother intends to bring joy into her life, and into society, via a child.
But will that child suffer (and what about the mother and/or father in the process)? Will they have a mental illness? Will they be bullied throughout school? Will they end up homeless on the street?
Or, will they lead a normal, happy, and healthy life with minimal suffering?
A similar idea was presented in the movie Arrival (one of my favorites). If you haven’t seen it, don’t read on (spoilers).
In the movie, Amy Adams’ character has a vision of giving birth to a daughter, only, she will die of an illness at a young age. Her husband at the time, played by Jeremy Renner, finds out about her “visions” and decides to leave her for wanting…
