Abortion: Silent Screams

ABORTION : Silent Scream

An egg and a tadpole came together to ring me into being one stormy night. The result of sweet nothings and false promises of youth. From the minute the egg and the tadpole met , I was formed and could feel. I was alive, could breath and had a heartbeat. I loved to play around my little world which was my mother’s womb and sometimes would cushion myself in her protection patiently awaiting the elapse of 9 months before making my grand entrance into the world of mortals as I fed from my mother. She found out about my existence and quickly resorted to tablets which would cease my existence. I had a strong will to live and even though the drugs could have destroyed me, I kept on growing. Off she went to face the man with whom she had caused me to be. Amidst tears and pleading, he had reminded her of the love they had shared which had made both of them one and was growing inside her. He desired to put a ring on her finger. Starring at him bent on one knee, she shook her head. She claimed she had dreams yet to be fulfilled and now wasn’t a “convenient” time to bring a child into the world. Blind to his tears, she had walked away and found a doctor who with vague answers and monosyllables convinced her that I was just lumps of blood and had no life.

Lying on the cold steel table , her heart beating fast as she watched the doctor pick up his forceps, I begin to shiver and scream. “ I am not just a lump of blood like they claim ! I am already a child . From the day of my conception, I had life !” No one seems to hear my screams as I dodge the cold forceps trying to find me. My mother’s womb which was once my haven has now become a battle ground with me as the target and the forceps the Leviethan trying to crush me. Was being alive due to no fault of mine, my crime? Did I deserve to die because it wasn’t convenient for my selfish mother to nurture me? Again I scream as I run around my battle ground. I did not beg to be conceived and now you want to destroy me.

Again I try to hide but the forceps grab my two tiny threadlike legs and in a flash, rip them from my fragile body. The pain is excruciating and I can feel it. Placing the tiny ripped pieces on the sterilized tray the forceps return and this time ripping my little arms right to the back. Oh, the agony. My heart is still beating as the forceps return. This time I am too weak to escape as it grabs my skull crushing it with ease. My remains are flushed out of my haven as I breath my last.

Hovering above , I watch their faces as they all pretend not to care once again. My blood will forever be on their hands as they have deprived me my existence. Would she ever wonder what I would have looked like if I had been born? Today I would have been
A beautiful woman and a mother too.