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Fetal Position
by Dorian Black-- A cold calculated choice,
turned her eyes to ice.
Too much loomed,
to not sacrifice.
Unspoken courage
and a weak walled grin,
are only evidence
of her pride wearing thin.
Pushing past picket lines
never seemed so trying,
but their catchy rhythmic taunting
would add cadence to her crying.
Her emotions meshed
with the white walls
and stainless steel hands.
One deep breath and then... she falls.
The irony tormented her,
wrapped in the same position
as the courageous surrender
she left at the clinic. -- 01/14/2012 Author's Note: My thoughts on a girl who was struggling with protesters, attempting to get to the abortion clinic today.
Posted on 01/15/2012
Copyright © 2024 Dorian Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/15/12 at 08:34 AM People try so hard to push their beliefs on others without even trying to understand the situation, emotions or circumstances of the people they so easily condemn. Thanks for sharing, and for caring. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/16/12 at 03:48 PM The struggle is committed brilliantly here. Great, painfully realistic. |
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