Thoughts of a mother

A baby cries somewhere
Is it mine?
No. No it cant be
Mine was taken from me
At a time when I was not myself
Blood.
That was the colour of the day
Rain turning my heart a darker shade of black
Why was I so absent?
We could not have stopped them.
It was the right thing to do.
Stop talking.
I should have fought!
-Silence-
We are better off for it now
No. No, my baby is better with me
Growing safely in my womb
And one day in my arms
Instead of a cot - she got a grave
How could we have loved it so?
A mother has a love of no limit
I love her still
I was there too, remember?
You were the voice in my head
that wastes away a bit each day
I am angry
I am empty
I am... just...

so very sorry.

This is a two way conversation in the mind of someone after going through with an abortion. Its very rough and I've deliberately left it like that. Not structured, not rhyming, just a thought pattern of a mother arguing with themselves between the voice of reason and the voice of regret.