Perpetual Healing

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When I was in high school, there had been a newborn baby found in the garbage in my community. The baby had been carried to term, delivered and left to die. The baby was found dead and the community mourned her death. They had a burial for her, complete with a service, casket and precious little tomb stone with a lamb on it. Me and my best friend went and visited the tomb stone one weekend. That Monday, my school bus took us right by a cemetary and I found myself looking for litte, tiny tomb stones, wondering how many others had found a similar fate. Then I thought of all the aborted babies who never even got a burial or tomb stone. My mind jumped to how that same sence of injustice comes to my mind when I think about women who are raped.....there is such sadness, anger and mourning, yet no marker for their pain either. Out of these thoughts came this poem contrasting the feelings following a rape to those an aborted fetus may experience as well.

Perpetual Healing

Trapped in a nightmare
constant reminders of my horror surround me
in  a sound, in a smell, in a sight
they taunt me

I close my eyes off from life
Tears coat my face,
the amniotic fluid covers the unborn child,
yet it hurts too much to cry
falling silently down my check
my tears know no innocence
my childhood robbed away,
my laughter ripped apart from me,
life torn from me
used and discarded
the aborted baby in a garbage can
all that is left is pain

I struggle for breath, staring blankly
only seeing my nightmare
rolling in front of me, a rolling horror flick
memories I try to forget
but the pain tears me apart,
the cold metal forcepts of the abortionist
do these cries go unheard?
I wonder, where is the guilt
stained red, do I wear it on my face
the father of lies clears the father's conscience
my anger burns inside
the saline poisoning a fetus in it's mother's womb
just as it burns the unborn
anger poisons my heart with it's burning pain

How can I cope through this loss
feeling like murder while I long for life
My doubt closes over me
the lid of a garbage can
sealing my fate
over the bodies of the forgotten newborns
to be thrown out and forgotten
discarded like yesterdays news
I bundle up against the cold
a loved child, on it's way to school in the morning
sent out into the cold world
carrying inside this burdon of pain

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