I did what I had to do reluctantly because of my health. I would have died should I have continued, quite frankly though I would rather be dead than live with this...hope these words apply to me one day. NOTHING TO FORGIVE A woman stands in judgment today, Still attempting to atone, She sheds a tear in memory, And feels so all alone. Too many years of silence, Have ripped this girl apart, As the death of her unborn child, Lies heavy on her heart. She sits alone with sorrow Questioning the baby's sex and name, Consumed by her emotions, Of sorrow, guilt and shame. Then she travels back in time, To where it all began, Back to the abortion clinic, Where they finalized the plan. Self doubt and fear plagued the way, To which she'd heed no warning, Crying out for absolution, Yet condemned to a life of mourning. In that instant when she gave up on, All the values she held true "I'm sorry my blessed baby, There'll never be another you." With helplessness and horror, For this life who grew inside, She still recalls the instant, When that precious child died. Staring death in the face, Knowing she too would die that day, She tried to deny the agony, "Don't worry, it's okay." Shock and horror were the result, Of taking that precious life That day she took a tiny heart, And cut it out with a knife. Years went by in anguish, And the girl was never free. She stood alone against the world, On the verge of insanity. Trying her best to hide the pain, And the tears she never cried. With too much guilt to bear, She only thought of suicide. Wanting to see her baby in heaven, But knowing it was a sin, And if she ever followed through, They wouldn't let her in. The Lord finally cried out to her, "It's not your fault my child. I do not think you're wicked," Then he gently smiled. God showed her all the reasons, That she was meant to live, "Now go in peace my daughter, There's nothing to forgive." But she closed her ears, And she closed her mind, As she carried the guilt, For leaving her baby behind. And the woman never told a soul, Until this very day, About her aborted baby, And how it passed away. Then she brings herself to face the pain, With all the sorrow that she would feel, The wounded soul hoped to find, A place for her to heal. As she called out to her angel, She fell upon her knees, In an anguished voice she whispered, "Can you forgive me please?" Then the spirit of the unborn baby, Reached out to her at last, "The time has come dear woman, To let go of the past. "There was a reason to this rhyme, There's no debt to repay, I did have a purpose in this life, And we'll meet again someday. "Lay to rest your heavy heart, And don't be afraid to live, Now go in peace my mommy, There's nothing to forgive." ~~~~~~~~ (used with permission)