In a perfect world
The child she bore in her womb
Would see life
And she wouldn’t have to make the decision
Of which is worth more
The child?
Or her life?
Struggling
Wondering,
If this is right
Trapped inside darkness
Longing for light.
He said he’d support her
Allow her to choose
But marry or commit to her
He just couldn’t do
So she lay on the table
Lost and confused
Totally aware
But somehow aloof
She said goodbye to her child
Her soul is empty now
Her spirit is crushed
And she can’t even figure out how
She never even laid eyes on the child
But she loved it so much
Prayed for forgiveness
Cried out in shame
And swore to herself this would NEVER happen again
Totally disappointed
Never the same
Emotionally dead
FOREVER changed
In a perfect world
the child she bore in her womb
Would see life
Then maybe she wouldn’t feel like two people died on the table that day!
1 comment:
This is soooooo deep. And I feel you, cause I was on the other end of your prose, once upon a time. It didn't bother me as much at the time. But as the years passed and I reflected upon my decision to pay for the abortion (unborn was around 5 months old), I felt an emptiness within my spirit that took a few more years and scarring my knees before I finally came to grips with the decision. I saw this film last year about the little boy who saw Heaven, and if he's telling the truth, he says he saw his sister in Heaven. He didn't know beforehand that his mom and dad has lost a baby before he was conceived and born.
Love your poem on IG the other day. Definitely counts as poetry. Truth be told, your eyes are poetry. Your eyes are poetic.
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