21 and Pregnant
There was a child conceived by me. A future with her I could not see. I was young, I was scared. Wasn't sure that I cared. But still I carried this child with worry and fear.
2 weeks late and tired as hell. The contractions started, of that I could tell. But still my struggle went on and on, almost 50 hours of labor, and
I could not stay strong. The doctor said I could finally push. Although
I was exhausted, I did what I could. And before I expected, I heard a faint cry. I was so happy, I started to cry.
This baby I wasn't sure I could take, the fear, stress, and caused all of my strife. Was all that I wanted for the rest of my life!
Copyright © Kirstie Fontes | Year Posted 2015
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