Friday, 23 August 2013

A Surrogate’s Dilemma


This pain is excruciating
Will it ever end…
CHRIST I scream
Cut open my belly
Sever me with a sabre if necessary…

A woman holds my hand tightly

Push, Push, Push…
Come on PUSH…

Ahhhhhhh

And there she is
My beautiful baby daughter
Covered in blood
Close to my chest

The sense of love I’m feeling is overwhelming…
And I begin to cry
I’m in ecstasy
Over this little creature
Her little fingers twisted around mind
Holding onto to me for dear life.

The woman’s face turns to stone…
She is weeping too …
Tears of loss…
She tries to shove her hand down my throat
I begin to gag

No!
Sttttop!

She’s trying to tear out my heart from my very being.

No, no, no, I won’t allow it…

I hold onto my little bundle of joy for dear life.

Ten perfect little fingers
Ten tiny little toes
And a stock of beautiful blonde hair
My little Goldilocks J
Next to my breast…

Nothing…

Not even the severing of the cord
Can ever tear my little girl away from me.

The woman recoils
Her back up against
The bland hospital ward…
She’s heartbroken
But she’s invisible to all

I cast a glance in her direction
And I realise what a fool I’ve been…




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