My back aching from the tension
My stomach turning from the thought.
I come before You to ask
The same question as everyone else,
The same question that’s resurfaced
Over and over throughout my life
Different circumstances,
Same question
And still no answer!
Why!
Why…
This time I need to know
This time I beg of You;
I gravel at Your feet.
This time
I do not know how to go on
To continue living past this moment.
This time
Please,
Answer.
Why
Why a miscarriage?
Why
Why take that from me?
Why not my heart
Just rip it out
I’d rather that, Lord,
Take my breath,
My soul
I’d rather that.
Age 20