GHOST OF PAIN
I often wonder, my precious child
if you will ever forgive me,
for sending you back to heaven prematurely.
Will we meet again,
when I have left this mortal existence
and slipped into your realm?
You entered my body through a violent act.
Your mere presence inside me;
a daily reminder of that horrific night.
That evil man took away my sanctuary.
Not only did he steal my body,
he stole my virtue, my heart and soul.
It has been up to me to piece back together,
the human wreckage he left behind.
I have restructured my identity
and emerged a renewed young woman,
yet my heart is still drawn to your unborn cries.
I now know I can handle any challenge life may give me.
Now it is my hope that God can forgive me,
for sending you back to heaven,
before you even had a chance
to experience mortal existence.
Bless you sweet, innocent, child of mine.
Poem/Image: Jaeda DeWalt