Poetry on Abortion by Jolene Belmain

It didn't hurt then
but now I feel the pain.
They took you from me
and nobody was to gain.
I told them to do it,
not only they are to blame.
If only things could be undone,
so I would have you to claim.

I didn't think it would hurt
this much; this long.
I thought I would feel better
once you were gone.
The crying of a newborn baby
to me would sound like a song.
I realize now that what I did
was not only unfair to you, but wrong.

The feeling of you kicking
inside of me
would fill my heart
with such glee,
and I should've realized then
that you would be
a precious little baby
I could hold and see.

-Jolene Belmain

Today...
Today, I stretched my arms.
I wiggled my toes.
I rolled my shoulders.
I touched my nose.
Today, I have more senses;
More feelings than I had yesterday.

Tomorrow...
Tomorrow, I shall feel the fresh air,
For the first and last time.
Enjoy one more moment of
My mama's heartbeat;
Of mine.
I shall taste my mama's
Favourite food,
One last time...
I wish she'd realize that this isn't her life;
But mine.
Goodbye Mama, I love you!

-Jolene Belmain

My life; your choice
Your words; your voice
They bring sharp knife
Your choice; my life

You lay; I fight
You wrong; me right
Total darkness; bright light
Sharp pain; goodnight

Not fair; can't cry
I truthful; you lie
I say love me; you say bye
You live; I die

Going to sleep; you're tore
Me innocent; you unsure
You fine; me sore
Heartbeat no more

-Jolene Belmain

I close my eyes
and think of the past.
All of those lies
you said the pain wouldn't last.

That child could have been mine,
to have and to hold,
I thought the pain would decline
but I was given fools gold.

The child I will never know
haunts my life; my dreams.
I now have nothing to show
but regret it seems.

The death of a child
affects people so much.
I threw out my smile
while others fight for their touch.

I wasted your life
I'm so sorry I did.
It hurts more than a knife,
you would have been such a great kid.

I am sorry to those
who do not have the choice,
who's child's lives must foreclose
despite the words from their voice.

I shall never again
choose the death of a child.
I want labours' pain
so I can once again smile.

-Jolene Belmain