I’ve tried to be the one
who everyone can turn to
The problem is, I always get hurt
in the process of being nice
always giving a helping hand
though I’m not looking for anything in return
Others can count on me
but I can’t count on anyone
In my time of need,
there’s no one to rescue me
It’s time I learn my lesson
saying no isn’t a bad thing
Bitterness
sits uncomfortably on my tongue,
there is a river of bitter water flowing in my mouth
I’ve been participating in the grudge game
harboring these unhealed emotions,
still untreated sores
that I vowed would never be me.
I see where this is going…
There’s a tree growing within me,
a hopeful fire burning within me,
a well of water running deep within me,
a courageous love fueling me,
success is my story
fear has no place here,
it has a bitter taste I hate,
a lie that should have never been believed,
It is a prison with minimal access
and I will not be silenced
Abortion
the thought never crossed
her mind until she became pregnant
at what seemed like…
the wrong time in her life.
Abortion
became the centerpiece of her existence
the moment she realized it was a choice
in her haste to get rid of “it”
she chose to end the life of
that precious baby that’s part of her
but at that moment, it seemed right
that’s her justification
in her haste to get rid of it
It…it…there, right there
on that operating table in that
not-so-obvious clinic on the corner of Main Street
abortion kills the child
and harms the mother’s mental health
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