DAY 4, POEM 4: JUST THINK WHAT AN ABORTED FETUS COULD HAVE MADE OF MY LIFE

Death: I hope I can make you proud
or at the very least
unashamed

if you could hold me close
even for a moment the way life was never able to
when you pull me into the blackness
ushering me into eternity

how bad could it be?
so many have gone before me willingly

I once told myself a ghost story about it all
and have been kicking and screaming
through life ever since

what a waste I've made of it
out of selfishness and fear

whatever you do
save your tears
for the more worthy unborn

there was never anything
here to love