The young girl's eyes burned

As the tears escaped, slowly at first,

But with much power as the emotions grew

She stared meaninglessly at the cake

One candle burned for the babe

The one whom she created inside her

The one who was part of her

She remembered the choice she made...



Fear had overcome her senses,

She'd never told

The night of passion had not quite been worth it

But regrets didn't matter

Her body was her own

She had every right to kill

It was, of course, perfectly natural

The night of passion was simply the poison

But regrets didn't matter...

The young girl blew out the candle

And sitting in the darkness thought

That babe, my babe

Would have been one year old today

"Before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee. And before thou camest forth from the womb I sanctified thee. I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. -Jeremiah 1:5-