i’m convinced
there are some people
who are innate orphans
not because their parents died right away
or they were dumped outside an orphanage
by some unidentified stranger
neither
were they put into a hospital-gate incubator
by their mother
no
certainly not
they’re innate
orphans
already their little baby-eyes shine so
that you can see they’re orphaned
and having grown up
they’re the ones who give you even the last bits of all they have
who always have the time to listen to you
amidst your agonies
they glue back with their words your torn off limbs
and they put their own hearts in place of your dead heart
.
from early childhood
you see something incisive in their eyes
something unmistakably clear
something
christlike
.
innate
.