My Power is ebony talons
digging into flesh
Your Power is feather white wings
shimmering under your golden glow
for you provide Life
(a gift you keep giving)
Life that I must take away.
You make me a killer
now all I see is blood.
You did this.
but I am the only one with blood on my hands.
I will have no saving grace
no-one to pull me from the ashes.
I am forever stained
like the roses you painted with My blood.
I took a life.
but You took Mine.



[this poem is about my abortion experience and the strain it put on my relationship.]
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