Abortion is genocide
there’s no beautiful way
to decorate the picture
there’s a baby; a human being,
developing inside a woman’s body.
the sorrow is indescribable
there’s no highway
around the reality, once it’s over,
though it might feel like a relief
I wouldn’t dare make
that mistake again. I wouldn’t even
allow the thought to cross my mind.
It’s not worthy of my mental health.