The Test

This is about a poem of a woman who is considering aborting her child soon after she find out she's pregnant. However, all of a sudden something gets a hold of her and she ends up changing her mind.

Blue lines bleed into the tiny plastic frames. 

Intensity builds as I think of a name. 

Lost in thought and trapped in, "Why." 

All I know to do is cry.

 

"I'm not ready," my heart screams. 

This is all so unreal, it must be a dream!

I dreadfully wait to share the news.

Hoping MY life I won't lose. 

Fear grips me like the hands of a murderer.

I begin to tremble in my doubts. 

My knees grow weak as my heart turns cold. 

"Oh Lord, take me before I turn old."

Then, I hear a voice echoing from the Heavens.

"I am not through with you yet my child." 

My cold heart is comforted by these words above. 

I regain my strength and find time to love. 

"Lord, I am not ready but I will trust you.

Forgive me for my selfishness, I had not a clue."

I will keep this child within me and I will never let go.

Even when it's hard; for this is worth it -I know."

-Tina 

Author's Note

A person's a person no matter how small. -Dr Suess