I wanted to show you the ocean
And let you feel the sand
Have the salt water ripple through
Your tiny perfect hands
I convinced myself what I needed to do
Even though I knew I wanted you
You’d never see the ocean
I just couldn’t give that to you
So I went and had you smeared away
And now I’ve come to find
Though your heart no longer beats
Will always be a grave in mine
Something I wrote during my healing process.
Abortion kills one and forever wounds another. Isn’t it time to stop the killing? Isn’t it time to reclaim our humanity?