By: Dawn Colclasure
The dark is all I ever know.
It was in darkness I was born.
It is where I lie in death now,
My bloody body torn.
My mother had decided
She had other plans for me.
She wanted to live her own life
And I was not to be.
The doctor used his instruments
That made my death so slow.
Each part of me was ripped away
In the only pain I'd know.
I wonder why she did this to me.
Was it so wrong for me to be there?
My mother didn't want or love me
And now the dark is everywhere.
"I am your creator. You were in my care even before you were born." (Isaiah 44:2)