Baby

It's in my body
This thing of mine
I'm much less haughty
this may be a sign
Why is it here?
this painful tumor
it's been nearly a year
since the first rumor
it grows larger each week
i feel it pounding my flesh
relief is all i seek
as it all starts to mesh
the mornings, full of sour joy
i spill my water to the floor
out now comes a baby boy
and i stop at the door
there was my life
my child in my hands
making good of the strife
as he shifts the sands
maybe he isnt a parasite
a virus tearing me apart
and merely granting me insight
to life, a whole made from a part