I’ll Confess

Like a heartbeat, it’s there constantly

A bombing voice at times, yelling

Whispering in intervals, disturbingly

But there, questioning, imploring 

‘Stop!’ I shout. No point and I know it

Why? I ask but  I sure know

I shouldn’t have, wasn’t prudent

It was a soul like you and me.

‘Young and busy’, was my explanation 

Didn’t know how I’d  take care of it

Its daddy didn’t want it; 

Would ruin his then-promising career

I had options but chose wrongly

This was one of them,  but then,

They said it would be okay. 

Didn’t reveal the whole story. 

I watched as they did it, speechless

Their dexterous hands used to it

Gave me an assuring eye- I 

Couldn’t glare at it, how horrifying 

Within an hour,  I lost it

Never to be called a mother. Again

My heart bleeds daily for it

As I pay for my transgression 

‘Don’t do it! Don’t do it

‘ I’ll help,” “we’ll support you.”

I Ignored all the aid offered

It was my choice, and mine to make

But now, I groan alone, adorned with rue

Living in the very abyss of turmoil 

No longer shall I keep this vexing secret

I’ll call for help, and yes, I will confess

Confess to the Giver of Life. 

Categorized as Poetry

By Phyllis Kennedy

Phyllis Kennedy creates Inspirational stories and poems that impact lives. She also has a great passion in teaching English and Literature. She can be reached on admin@pentrums.com for personal coaching and professional engagements.

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