Loss of Life, a poem by E.Schwenke

Loss Of Life

A poem by E.Schwenke 

5/6/2022

Would you mourn me if I died?

Because of fetus-living-pride. 

If my baby couldn’t make it or if my body was threatened to stay alive. 

If I miscarried, my body aborted, would I go to prison? 

That’s a brutal sentence, a terrible decision. 

What if I was raped? Abused? A terminal fetal diagnosis? 

Some of the hardest choices are made during tragic moments, 

Those who’ve experienced this type of heartbreak know this. 

At what cost? Who will live, who’s left to die?

Should my child be left without a parent because I couldn’t save my life? 

Unknowns awaiting,

Yet fear that is taking,

So many eyes blinded by ego,

These choices are not yours to be making. 

A parent left without a child, a sister, without one another. 

Individuals and couples who seek help to have a child, grow their babies, science and hope on their side. 

Left with a prison sentence if they don’t decide some of their microscopic unviable un-fertilized babies to thrive. 

What if my child took one breath, passed on and I was blamed for their death? 

Each person has their story to share, 

It’s not yours to control them, no strings in the air. 

This isn’t your uterus, this is mine. 

Would you mourn me if I died?

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