My Baby

Seated on a pale gray chair

Fingers cling to the edge

Walls white and bright

My head begins to hurt

 

They call

I follow

 

Taking their comfort

Their assurance

Their support

 

I leave

Visions a blur

Pain searing

 

I feel my heart beating

 

My baby

My baby

My baby

 

No.

It was my right

I did the right thing

 

It was my right

My right

My right

 

The words echo in the emptiness

 

Anger is easier than pain

 

MY RIGHT

MY RIGHT

MY RIGHT

 

my baby

 

my baby

my baby

 

I fight the tears

I fight the pain

I fight for my dignity

 

It wasn’t a baby.

My RIGHT

 

My head and mouth scream it

 

But no matter how my mouth screams

No matter how the words go through my head

Over

And over

And over

 

My right

My right

My right

 

They cannot drown out the whispers in my soul

That echo in the pain

The emptiness

The darkness

 

My baby

My baby

My baby

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