Out of the darkness <br />Encaptured by the flesh. <br />My spirit was formed <br />Yet fed from the breast. <br /> <br />Despite my knowledge <br />The process to strive. <br />Life hovered over me <br />But someone else had to decide. <br /> <br />From blood sweat and tears <br />My soul does cry. <br />Though hurdled from eternity <br />I still wonder why. <br /> <br />Flesh against the spirit <br />Warring against you. <br />Who will be the successor <br />Helplessly knowing nothing I can do. <br /> <br />I still Escape From The Womb <br />Though my flesh is gone. <br />I'm living in memories <br />Although I was never born. <br /> <br />I've lived many years <br />Watching children run and play. <br />Wishing I could have known <br />Who I would have been today.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-from-the-womb-abortion/
