Linda M. Crate- A Poem

there are no quick fixes

 

your quick fix was wrong

life isn't disposable,

and abortion hurts long after

it's done

the echoes of it linger

in the heart

years after; you never will

get to feel the warmth

of your child's

fingers interlaced with yours or

their laughter, their joy

and their pain -

you'll never be able to shape

the life of someone

who could have been someone's 

hero, and you'll never

know how wonderful they could

have been

if only you allowed them 

to take their first breath -

yet you didn't;

and there's no one to blame but you

because you wanted out of

a bind, a quick fix

to preserve your own freedom and

only guilt lingers.