- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Nothing Can Be Love
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Sitting here I feel fright and confusion
Over what should be joy but is intrusion.
24 years old and still quite a child.
Today I learned a new meaning to wild.
I might be pregnant, but then again not.
Disappointed to be in such a spot.
I used to think thoughts of a child joy.
Hard to believe being principled could mean to destroy.
I once prayed to have children of my own,
But I always included resources for a home.
Realizing now what I could be facing,
Steps to that conclusion need retracing.
It is true - nothing is more precious than life,
But a child without food and care is unfair strife.
Responsibility is in each step we take,
But I can't promise a child hell for my mistake.
On this issue people fight and disagree.
Well, both arguments reside inside of me.
I will never stop feeling love for children,
But I may forever mourn a choice I made "when".
Until I find out I constantly count days
And inside my head I consider the ways
Of finding my solution somewhere in the middle
To the time old unnerving woman's riddle.
(This was 8 years ago. I was not married. I was not pregnant. The honesty of it remains every month since.)
