God's Own

On a sweltering humid July morning, she was escorted by her best friend as they walked through whispered prayers into a beige brick one story building. She laid on a padded table in a cool gray room. She didn't want this, she felt coerced- in youthful vulnerability she obeyed her abandoning boyfriend. Her goosebumps rose as she waited in a mint-green cotton gown, her shallow breath in and out, her mouth and throat parched. She looked up at overhead glaring lights, God's own. She felt she just couldn't tell her Mom, the words wouldn't come forth, a searing secret bitter on her tongue. Fragments of jagged thoughts cutting her psyche, She was sweating cold through her forehead. The abortionist was as if an anonymous shadow, his voice distant, flashes of kindergarten in her eighteen year old's mind. Waves of utter pain, her heart pounding, her ears thunderous with throbbing, a sudden stillness, God's own- another of God's own, returned to Him. ~