Choosing Life

Eighty-four pounds at age 27 An illness nearly claimed my life “You have an option,” the doctor said But the choice was one that cut like a knife “Pray for a miracle; linger in pain Or negate any chance of having children” My husband had died, my hope long since drained In a sense I already felt barren No way to rejoice, given such a choice Knew I’d never feel like a real woman So I sought guidance from my inner voice Made the sign of the cross, said, “Amen” “Do it,” I cried, tears welling in my eyes My body dying, I saw no option It seemed better than facing my demise This was my darkest hour without question Career struggles I faced in years ahead And there was no man standing by my side Empty within, faced the future with dread Had I made the right choice? Still can’t decide Perhaps a miracle would have occurred I believe God watches over us all But to a pain-free life I had deferred Instead of trusting blessings would befall * For Ryland's "Darkest Hour" challenge