Monday, December 9, 2013

Power Poetry














Her Fear...


Her heart rate quickened.




The bright lights shining down on her,
burned.
She closed her emerald green eyes,
as if to block out the strong light,
that was now,
giving her a pounding headache.
Hearing voices, she opened her eyes...
The growing fear,
never subsided.
She felt the tugging of tools against her abdomen...
Then silence.
The doctors looked around at each other,
nervously,
scaring the poor girl.
One doctor spoke up,
telling her the news she was dreading.
Her baby was dead.
A still born...
Her fear,
came true...















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