yesterday morning was a fluorescent maze 
dragging worn out, frightened bones
through room
after room after room
trying not to puke or collapse under weak ankles 
enough to share laughter with women i’ll never meet again 
women who’ve had to bear the weight of another world
in their wombs, with a boldness
and resilience shared
by those who face head on the gore and grit
of miracles 
two cold hands carved out a space
for the guilt i couldn’t feel;
a hollow for the proper emotions 
for the tremors
and terror
smudging the sharp edges
while i laid spread and sticky with sweat 
for the shame and the stigma
that clench our teeth and nurture silence
like a sickly child 
all my frailties 
reverberating back in loving arms
i am the mouth of a flower 
relief swallowing me whole only to split me open
i am the core of the sun
and i must burn

Abortion kills one and forever wounds another.

Posted by cultureshift

A plea to win the hearts of those who choose to dehumanize our development and undermine our right to live.

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