Quietly I lay here undetected and unknown
Eager to meet my creator
Within you I lay in fetal position growing rapidly as my love for you amplifies
Your voice sounds like the sweet melody of humming birds singing on a Sunday morning
12 weeks approached
Morbid feelings become capsulating
Mommy what’s going on?
Can you hear me?
Sliver metal objects come in contact with my skin
Polished as if they were awaiting my encounter
My heart beat increases rapidly
The metal objects approach me again
Grabbing my body pulling me towards the bottom of your womb
My nails penetrate your insides while I’m dragged
….is the only word that continuously consumes my mind
Flipping and turning instinctually until my feet are implanted against your uterine walls
Once again the sparkling sliver that resembles stars tug violently on my arms
Mommy help me!
My resounding echoes that bounce off the walls of your womb
Mommy you will not ignore me for I am your child
You will listen to my voiceless cries that I utter and swallow my persuasive words
You will sway on my profound aura like a child who never wants to leave a swing
A child who will never be me
M O T H E R
Mother- bearing relation a women who has raised a child, given birth to a child, origin source or protector
Protector! You were never my protector
I always thought that mothers greeted their children with open arms
Instead you greeted me with instruments
Instruments that never played music
Physicians say that they are pledged to saving lives
Is my life different?
Mommy don’t let them take me away
A huge round object moves towards me
My mouth opens wide but nothing comes out
Weapons used against me
A war brought upon the innocent
All you’re left with is an empty womb filled with floating bone fragments and tissue to remember me by
12 weeks ago I was never even dreamt of
And now I’m your nightmare?
The maternal bond that never was