Written by: Abinaya B
I opened up the letter, few weeks later
It said fetus at 5 weeks gestation
My thoughts no longer mattered
I’ve become immune to the tears
Would I have been a good mother?
It no longer mattered
Would I have raised her well? Or him?
It didn’t matter
But who am I kidding?
It did matter
Whether it was incest, mishap, or abuse
It did matter
To choose or to refuse
It really did matter
To make a choice, my very own choice
It does matter
To have a voice
I know I can’t make it go away
Nor can it fade away
But hey,
I’m here, to let my sorrows fly away
Tags: Poetry/Art
