My Choice
They said you’d never survive,
That there were complications with the pregnancy,
They told me it would be painful,
Yet they made you stay in my womb.
They said there was nothing they could do,
That you were too weak,
They knew they couldn’t save you,
But that they could save me.
There used to be a choice for me,
But I don’t have a choice anymore,
We’ve been stripped of the rights to our own bodies,
Now I’m in danger.
Carrying you could kill me,
My life is a ticking clock,
I wish I could have saved your precious life,
But you might end mine.
My face is turning pale,
As I lay here in this hospital bed,
Blood runs down my thighs,
As my body slowly shuts down.
Monitors beep around me,
Each one forms a part of a song,
I’m being pumped full of fluids,
With IV tubes in both arms.
My life hangs in the balance,
I get weaker every minute,
But all they can do is hope for the best,
Because they can’t save me without removing you.
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