Escape From The Womb (Abortion)

Out of the darkness
Encaptured by the flesh.
My spirit was formed
Yet fed from the breast.

Despite my knowledge
The process to strive.
Life hovered over me
But someone else had to decide.

From blood sweat and tears
My soul does cry.
Though hurdled from eternity
I still wonder why.

Flesh against the spirit
Warring against you.
Who will be the successor
Helplessly knowing nothing I can do.

I still Escape From The Womb
Though my flesh is gone.
I'm living in memories
Although I was never born.

I've lived many years
Watching children run and play.
Wishing I could have known
Who I would have been today.

by Cecelia Weir

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