a new birth
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My scream travelling through the walls,
Was this decision right?
I wish I could turn back and crawl,
But I have to win this fight,
Pain surging through me,
I spar
to keep my eyes open,
I Trimester (1, 2, 3)
Beneath my eyelids I'm lividToo weak to impress I'm compressingPink - the sun beyond this layer of skinI'd consider it pink if I knew any other color
The day I grew up, I will never forget.
Not a day has gone by that I live with regret.
The contractions were long and would always restart.
Then within a flash, be still my beating heart.
I’ve witnessed addiction yank at the roots of a family tree.I’ve listened to slurred words that stung and blared violently enough to roam as a wildfirenesting inside weak hollow trees,blazing from the inside outuntil ash is simply a remnant of its
You have a new life in your handsIt might not have been a part of your plansBut now you have that chanceAnd remember your not done your dance
A year ago, on this day
I clutch my belly and pray and pray
I know this is a monumental change
Is it something that I can take?
Will I have enough courage, and strength?
Will I still be the same?
