"I'm Here" A Voice From the Womb

I’m tiny. I’m quiet. I don’t have words yet, but I feel.
I feel you. I hear your heartbeat. I sense your worry. I know you didn’t expect me. But I am here. And I am alive.

I don’t know the world outside. I don’t know faces, sunshine, or laughter. I only know the warmth and safety I feel inside you. And yet… I fear. I fear that I might never get to see it, to feel it, to live it.

I’m Not Just a Choice

You say, “It’s your body, your choice.” I understand. I can’t survive without you. But I am not a thing. I am not nothing. I am me,  growing, learning, forming fingers, toes, and a heartbeat that matches yours in rhythm, but is my own.

I am a life. I am a person. I am real, even though I am small, even though I am quiet, even though I cannot yet speak.

I Dream of a Life

I do not know suffering yet. I only know possibility.
I dream, if I am allowed to live, of sunlight on my face, of laughter that makes my chest ache with happiness, of a voice that calls me by name, of hands that hold mine as I learn to walk.

Even if the world is hard, even if life is not easy, I deserve a chance. Every moment I grow inside you is a moment I exist, a moment I fight to live, a moment that matters.

I Am Not Inconvenient

Yes, I am small. Yes, I am dependent. But love is not measured by convenience. You may feel unprepared, scared, or uncertain, I understand. But even in your fear, I am still here. I am still real. I am still a child.

I Have No Voice, Except Yours

I cannot cry out, I cannot say, “Please let me live.” That is why I am asking you through this letter, through anyone who will listen. Protect me. Choose me. Speak for me when I cannot speak for myself.

I am not potential. I am life. I am human. I am waiting for my chance to see the world, to love, to grow, to matter.

Please hear me. I am here.