Abortion

I am walking down this road but I am going the wrong way At least that’s what the protesters signs say And my heart is pounding because I know I am to blame But I still walk into the building with my head down in shame I sign in and sit down as I watch the protesters yell and scream outside Knocking on the window asking me to give you a chance and keep you alive I think of how life would be if I had you and if I could take care of you Then the doctor calls my name and I stay sitting down not knowing what to do I look up to the ceiling and pray to God for forgiveness for causing this sin I look around at the protesters and then at the doctor signaling me to come in I stand up and walk towards the doctor thinking about how my mother gave me life I lie on the operating bed and look over to see a table with tools and a knife The feeling in my stomach is telling me that what I’m doing is not right I get off the bed and look around, the doctor is no longer in sight I run out the building as the protester give me baby things and cheer I think that I am going to go through with my pregnancy but I still have fear I have faith in God and together there is nothing in the world I can’t do 7 months later I was blessed with a beautiful princess and that’s you.