Mar 01, 2007 18:04
There is a baby crying- no, whailing. It cries in agony. I don't know why it cries. I don't know what it's feeling. I don't even know what the baby looks like. But if I had to imagine, it would look like me. I feel its pain and I too am crying. I want to scream like the baby can. I want to let the world know I am hurting. And mostly, I want the thing that is hurting to stop hurting- but I feel helpless, like a baby, unable to do anything to close the door that has led to the pain.
The mother tries to console the crying infant, but it does not stop the sobbing- it does not stop mine.