A Walk With FateA Poem by Alex DissingShe sat, darkness dousing the sound of her own pounding guilt The devouring sound came from a wound within -- a wounded womb She swam from day to day by way of her tears In all of her 18 years alive, she had never felt so dead The hollowed hope in her head, though, kept her afloat Some symptoms still surfaced... what would be the odds The doctor came back into the room with the test results "My God... " * * * * * * * There was a warm breeze at our backs as we trekked up the trail I'll never forget how the Tri-Cities looked underneath that summer sunset (Sure, the desert can sometimes be an ugly place But the beauty is surely there if you look for it) The words came easy between me & my mom on that fateful hike Eventually she asked if I was happy where I was at I told her that I thought I belonged Then she suddenly stopped walking, I stopped talking She looked me right in the eye & said "It's time you knew... I had an abortion when I was pregnant with you & yet, there you were & here you are You are meant to be here So wherever you are, that's where you're supposed to be Trust me" I would be pretending if I said that conversation didn't change me People say it's a miracle, but, you know I honestly don't know what to think There may not even be a rhyme or reason for anything At first I was angry But then it became clear to me It all made sense Hearing about my abortion Somehow cleared my sometimes contorted conscience I'm thankful just to be here & to grow old with all my kindred souls on this world Thank you for listening to the story of my almost denied life, my friend My beginning should've been an ending Blessings are often disguised as burdens If I am supposed to be here for a reason, then, by God It's my time to make the most of my time It's my time to be myself: someone no one has ever been
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