ABORTION

By Pretty

Cold; the life that once in me lived
Bloody, the tools that had been used
To suck out every piece of life,
Every piece of flesh, and blood and tissues
That once, was a beautiful ball in my belly.

Painful was the process,
Much was the guilt
But practically it was the ‘right’ thing to do.

Not because i was a murderer,
I wasn’t ruthless either,
I was only trying to save a life
By taking it away.
Ha! The irony in that.

I couldn’t keep it, I didn’t want to take it away either.
He would never have kept loving me,
Did I have an option?
I did it all in the name of love.
Sorry baby, I hope one day you’ll forgive me.
I had to make a choice