Worm in Womb


I am a wretchedly poor little worm.

Thoughts of only doom and gloom.

Who will fall to one’s doom,

to endure a dark and dirty loam?

Clouds of sadness loom,

over my cold, limbless tomb.

In this hopeless doom,

thoughts of worming in a warm womb.

Let my confidence groom,

as I put on a hopeful plume,

end all thoughts of worthless worm.

[ After reading Psalm 22 repetitively, two words remain ringing in my mind – worm and womb.  With this, I was inspired to write the above poem. ]

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