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02-14-07
I stand in the cold silent winter.
Not be heard or seen.
I feel the brisk air upon my breast.
And the fog creeping upon my skin.
Blood freezing as it pumps from my heart.
How do I face this feeling that has torn me apart?
A child once within my flesh, torn from my body.
Not a part of you, but a part of me.
Feeling of shame and guilt within.
The hurt is still here, not only for you but for me.
Killing the flesh that was mine,
I will never be forgiven, not in this lifetime.
I will never forgive myself for what I have done.
This feeling aches in my chest and in my flesh.
How will I face myself when I am gone?
How do I learn to be strong and forgive what I have done wrong? |