I occasionally plan out rants in my head
Minor thoughts of things I wished I said
But there are times when they take control
When they grow past my original plan
Morphing into something that leaves me with dread
Today’s nightmare happened fairly early
I wanted to debate with friends and family
Regarding abortion.
To make it known, I stand for freedom of choice
Because every voice, is worth listening to
But it’s my voice that I wished was silenced
Because it brought with it memories long passed
I thought I got over it, guess I didn’t
Now it’s dark outside and I am covered with fear
He isn’t here, but I can hear him breathing
The hitched sound of a grown man
As he gazes upon an unexpected child
It has been awhile, since I dreamt this dream
But I can feel him breathing, as though he was in me
I just wanted a clean debate
Wanted to talk about something important you see
But here I am laying dark
Trying to convince my beating heart
That the remembered man is not next to me