Unrest
She stands there in the distance
Not knowing where to turn
Or even who to turn to so much tension
Who can she trust?
Added pressure to much to handle
Holding on but slowly slipping
The weight is her’s alone to carry
No one else wants the burden
So many choices
What should she choose?
She knows the decision can only be made
By the one carrying the load
Torn between getting rid of her problems
And seeing it grow and strengthen
She thinks of its future
And the end of her teenage years
It can go either way
Then from nowhere
Carried by the cries of the wind
A voice whispers : it will be okay”
Rushes in, in abundance
Comfort and Hope
Not able to explain it
But she knows it will be okay
Gently she places her hand
Against her newly found light
Knowing her choice was right
Her baby grew in there
Her inspiration.
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Dedicated to all mothers.
Giving birth is never easy and the choice of life and death for those nine months are in your hands. But when you make that decision to gaze into the eyes of your little nudgger loves abiding love embraces you.
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