"It's in your fibers"
My LOVE had to throw me
Into the fire to burn it out
I had my suspicions
But now that I see
Clearly...force
Force has nothing
No part of giving and
Receiving the fruit
The act of patience
Waiting with desire
Building...fire
A secret hidden deep
So deep it split the mind
Other children to care for
But this one, not this one
She makes me a whore
Away...oxygen
Sent with a pure heart
To heal and bind up
The broken heart and mind
Yet FORCE held up a hand
Pushing back all attempts
To KNOW...LOVE
Aborted from the womb
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-10-2026
she wished to know
so taking her permission
I peeped deep into her womb
to have a conversation
with a foetus therein
what I saw
with my soul’s eye
was God’s spark as light
in the innermost cave
glowing as all heart
we spoke for a while
in as our souls entwined
mirroring the one light of God in all
sheathed in the foetus’s heart
as source of life itself
Self dwells in singularity
loosely portrayed as heaven
it chooses to experience duality
so takes birth as organic form
to learn to love by touch
with God as the core
the only true substance
by His will new life develops
to fulfil His will on earth
as it is in heaven
A fetus is a person,
A life within the womb,
A tiny, growing human,
A blessing yet to bloom.
Though small and barely formed,
It has a beating heart,
A soul that's pure and warm,
A precious work of art.
With tiny fingers curled,
And little toes to wiggle,
It's a wonder in this world,
A miracle and a giggle.
It's a life that's in transition,
A journey just begun,
A precious little mission,
A race that must be run.
The fetus is a person,
A being yet to thrive,
A soul that's just emerging,
A being that's alive.
It's not a clump of cells,
Or just a piece of flesh,
It's a person, can't you tell?
A life that must be blessed.
The fetus is a person,
A gift that's from above,
A being that's soon to blossom,
A symbol of pure love.
It's a life that's worth protecting,
A soul that must be cherished,
It's a future that's worth investing,
A promise that's not to be perished.
So let's give the fetus a chance,
To live and to be born,
Let's embrace this tiny dance,
And celebrate a life that's sworn.
For a fetus is a person,
A human being to be,
A life that's just beginning,
A person, you and me.
A fetus is a person, a life yet to be born,
A precious soul waiting for its turn,
To enter this world and take its place,
In the loving arms of its family and grace.
It grows and develops within the womb,
Protected and nurtured, it starts to bloom,
From a single cell to a tiny being,
A miracle of life, forever freeing.
Its heart beats strong, its tiny limbs move,
As it prepares for life, its journey to groove,
A precious gift, a bundle of joy,
A new life to love, to cherish and enjoy.
Some may say it's just a clump of cells,
But to the parents, it's much more than that,
A dream come true, a new chapter in life,
A chance to grow, to love, and to thrive.
To deny the fetus its right to live,
Is to deny its future, its potential to give,
To the world, to its family, to everyone around,
A life worth living, a gift so profound.
A fetus is a person, a life yet to be born,
A precious soul waiting for its turn,
To enter this world and make its mark,
A new beginning, a journey to embark.
I’m just a little fetus, I’ve never lived, I fear.
I’ve been up here in Heaven for about a year.
I look down upon the humans whom I have no chance to meet,
I wish that I could join them, that would be a massive treat.
-
It’s not to be, I know it, I know I never will
But to be a real live person would be a major thrill.
A year ago they took me, I wasn’t truly born,
It hurt a bit at first, and yet my mother didn’t mourn.
-
After that it was all silence, and I knew that I had died
I know I was aborted, and I know nobody cried.
I’ll rattle ‘round up here, I guess, as bored as I can be
With not a single soul on Earth who might remember me.
I loved you so much
And I wanted you to stay
But I just wasn’t brave enough
To wait to see your face
I let fear get a hold of me
I took the coward way
I knew deep down that it was wrong
But I didn’t turn away
I lay down on the table
I opened up my legs
He pushed his hands inside me
I couldn’t hide my tears
He asked, ‘do you want me to stop?’
I slowly shook my head
I heard the vacuum come on
Seconds later you were dead
The blood pooled all around me
A reminder of my sin
My precious baby was now gone
I’d never see you again.
I’m sorry, please forgive me
Is all that I can say
I feel so very guilty
I took your life away.
I know you’re up in heaven
With Jesus close to you
Please ask Him to forgive me
I really did love you
…LIKE AN ABORTED FETUS
We had something so strong that she loosened herself,
And so many oaths binding us like a twine,
I said “You’re more valuable than gold”
She believed my words like the Marxist dogma,
At once epigrammatic and arresting.
It stood like a sacred and indissoluble covenant,
But she watched me walk away during a rainy season,
Because she made me her private lover,
Then she squeezed hopefully her diamond pendant and prayed,
Yet the truth never came back, I was gone forever.
The fears and pains in her eyes,
The soul full of sorrow and agony,
Tears constantly cried and hope lost,
Resulting from betrayals and stabbed wounds,
All killed a limpidity, peaceful and lucidity of her life.
Today, the traces of the sunshine was erased,
She got broken and dampened to nonentity,
With a burning sense of ignominy and horror,
Alas, I was totally wrong,
Leaving her heart to bleed like an aborted fetus.
Father,
Let me live, let me see
All that I can see
Let me be, all that I can be
Let my feet take me on adventures
Far out unto the sea
Into the world send my soul
So that I can grow and be the very best of me
Give me skills so I can survive
And learn how to enjoy the rest of my life
Give me a plan
So that I can become a righteous young man.
FETUS
She wasn't swayed from how she set her mind,
but in a way, her heart was of a kind
that loved sweet life when life was understood,
but when it failed, she gave up all she could,
and what was left was nothing left to find.
Her emptiness gave meaning to alone,
as life slipped out from all it's ever known
to be disposed of by a rubber glove;
the beating heart that's never proned to love,
into the trash, where it can die alone.
When all is done, she'll show it in her eyes,
of mother-hood that she can't realize,
and in the dark, her crying bloody tears
will eat away at what she is, for years,
and what she is--is death that never dies.
There's something still inside of her,
she feels it every day
and every night she cries for it
but it won't go away.
© vee bdosa
Fetus kicked womb
woman cried, “husband, come see!”
angry fetus hid
FETUS
She wasn't swayed from how she set her mind,
but in a way, her heart was of a kind
that loved sweet life when life was understood,
but when it failed, she gave up all she could,
and what was left was nothing left to find.
Her emptiness gave meaning to alone,
as life slipped out from all it's ever known
to be disposed of by a rubber glove;
the beating heart that's never proned to love,
into the trash, where it can die alone.
When all is done, she'll show it in her eyes,
of mother-hood that she can't realize,
and in the dark, her crying bloody tears
will eat away at what she is', for years,
and what she is--is death that never dies.
There's something still inside of her,
she feels it every day
and every night she cries for it
but it won't go away.
I wont entertain these stillborn
Ideas with a bandanna and a cross
I wont bargain for insurance
While fake servants roam the floor
There's no love on my tongue
For pasty, plastic American dripping dreams
The thief of the garage
Stole my conscience
every feeling, every thought
cursing through these veins
cut off by the blood clot
i don't miss these growing pains
you taught me to love
you taught me to hate
when push came to shove
i could always relate
every feeling every thought
i was your fetus
i was your blood clot
and now look at us
full of self pity, self doubt
i hate you, I HATE YOU
for everything i'm about
what is it? i didn't do?
the feeling the thought
one year away
from doing everything i wasn't taught
what is it? i didn't say? a part of me is always you, it's always 'us'
its's every feeling, it's every thought
find another fetus
find another blood clot
I see my kids face and notice they are sobbing and I see a tear,
It is because I will not get rid of this connection to this woman I fear,
I have no job to speak of and have no weekly pay because of this,
But I need to only think of me and what causes me this musing bliss.
So I will continue to write my poems of a fetus and comment too,
Even though my kids are longing for a better future to view,
But I only care about doing what is right for only me,
My kids do not really need a better education you see?
This connection to a dead baby and a lady who is left to judge,
Is going to drag my kids into some heavy type of drudge,
For as long as I tweet, and comment to her like I do,
They will not have the money for school to ever view.
Dearest Father,
Some are still drinking the milk, sorry for bothering you with this letter and prose.
You see into the future, but still made a baby in a womb of a lady being left behind?
Now why would you do such a thing? tsk tsk...I mean you are only the God of the
earth and nothing you do should be questioned? The bible says you take your own
revenge..
Ahh
You saw the abortion happening anyway, but put it in the womb just the same?
Ahh
Yes I see this prophetically and through holy spirit, a revenge tactic on the one to
remain?
Ah
Well not many will understand your revenge tactics and question the most Holiest of
beings as to why you would do such a thing...
Me on the other hand understand all your methods God because I am not drinking
milk.
Love Me...your forever Mystic and Great supporter!
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