In vitro

A fear forms I cannot name
pulsing in waves of sine,
in gaunt rooms, in pallid light
and flatlines

In faith I drank as from a spring,
yet a bane makes itself in me,
and thirsts for the very things
I despise

Though by no choice of mine,
I see through my mother's eyes.
I look to a newer world
with the sunrise

Where birthrights endow
not to burden and bear,
but bless and bestow,
and baptize as heirs

But I'd be received with sighs
as the bane of my mother's pride
as a stranger inside her womb,
yet outside.