One of the pictures in my mind that haunts me and keeps flashing back over and over again is of what my baby looked like at the time of the abortion. With each one of the poems, I will post a 3D picture of a baby at six weeks after fertilization (8 weeks gestation) in the center of the poem.
My unborn baby is dead;
My baby was only
Around six weeks of age.
But that was the choice I made;
A choice I will never
In my entire life forget;
Because the day
They took my baby’s breath away
My heart and soul were torn apart.
I will never forget
Laying on that bed
As they tore my baby apart;
Tearing my heart.
Why did I let them, you ask?
Because I couldn’t tell Mom and Dad
And I’m not even seventeen yet,
That’s why.
Because I was too scared
To tell and hurt them,
That’s why.
But I’ll never forget
And I’ll always regret
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