The StruggleMature

I changed my mind

Too many times,

Sat with my legs

tightly crossed

At the baby killers office.

But I’ve moved on –

To blood tests,

sore breasts,

organic produce...

and the ultrasound.

There it is,

the tube stretched thin,

the abnormal bulge

testing my body.

The pain starts a few days later,

It can’t be true,

An accident

that I don’t want to disappear.

The blood to mark the break arrives

and for hours we labor,

I beg it to remain and

struggle desperately

until the fetus is flushed away.

The End

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