Let Me Choose

I am waiting for them to ask. 

So patiently, I'm sitting still. 

I wipe away the remainder of my tears,

With the torn sleeves of my uniform. 

I am still waiting, as they decide on what to do. 

Nothing I am allowed to hear. 

As they enter they say nothing. 

My life expected to go on. 

Panic and confusion, I start to beg.

On my knees, I humiliate myself.  

I am quickly shaken off and told to stand,

-Get a grip. 

Weak, I try to find the ground.

Dropped into a sea that has no end,

I only know I'm sinking, 

But, I prayed to God?

 I asked him to save me?

Help! please, somebody help me!

My only wish to die,

as my chosen life already has. 

Like a child I am handed my new future, 

And told to put it on. 

I watch as my dreams ignite themselves. 

Beautiful sweeps of ash beneath my feet. 

I am pulled into another realm. 

One where I've become numb. 

Stripped of my innocence and youth. 

Forever I'll be bitter at the world,

For forcing me to live when I wished to die. 

For leaving me alone when I needed help.

For not allowing me to choose my son. 

-For taking my choice away...

Forced.

Why couldn't I choose him?

Author's Note

I'm not one for explaining my poems, I love to let the reader have their own thoughts and experiences with it, I like to let the poem speak to them itself and let the reader take it in their way. However, as this is something I feel ever so strongly about, It is my thoughts on a woman's right to choice. It is a pro-choice poem. And as always, I hope it makes you think, and I hope you enjoy it, Thank you.

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

I really like what you did with this one. There are so many different ways this poem could be interpretated, which adds to the overall appeal of the piece. you have done an outstanding job with this one! :)

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

I also wrote on this subject recently on my poem TBD as I was the fetus/embryo speaking about choices...

these stanzas here spoke to me the most...
Forever I'll be bitter at the world,
For forcing me to live when I wished to die.
For leaving me alone when I needed help.
For not allowing me to choose my son.
-For taking my choice away...
Forced.
Why couldn't I choose him?

[Cool Girl]

This was so cool and could be interpreted in many ways! Wonderful job, my friend:)