is this a life?

I was born in the middle of boom
of thunder and lightning from a
tropical storm in the heat of
an African savannah ...

I grew up with ice and humidity
in the midst of an optimal micro-climate for breathing
gasps of oxygen so hard to pump
alone in my corner of Chinese shadows ...

I dreamed of having a family, knowing the taste of being happy.
travel, read, learn, help, share the world with someone special
so hard to find in a world where almond dreams only happen in myths
between fairies and gods, knights and ladies ...

I died without ever having come to live
half a dozen lost beings fulfilled their obligation
accompanying my departure through strong batches of rain
pretending someone shed a tear for me ..