Sarah was the young girl’s name
Subjected to her walk of shame
Engulfed by fear, she walks alone
To the clinic near her home
As she nears the door, she hears a voice
“Young lady, you know you have a choice!”
With tear dimmed eyes, she pleads her case
“My child deserves a better place!
Three days ago, his father OD’ed
And his mother is useless as you can see
Destined to walk the streets alone
Incapable of providing an adequate home.”
The man said, “As for your decisions, I won’t impede
But, first there’s something that I want you to read.”
With a reluctant gasp, now fearing regret
Though the words that he penned, she would never forget:
I struggle with these things. Can’t find the words to say.
I’ll put pen to paper. It’s better that way.
My name is John. LeAnn is my wife.
My whole world! The love of my life!
Our dream to have a family and children of our own
Slowly faded as the time had moved on.
I’m not here to condemn, nor do I hate.
I’m simply here to alter your fate.
The following words that I say not to revile.
I speak not for you, but for your unborn child.
“I speak for your child for which your womb
Will become his dark and dreary tomb.
He’ll never hear the birds in spring.
He’ll never hear his mother sing.
“Abort!” They say. The wiser choice.
Your child who’s silenced has no voice.
For his fate, he can’t defend.
Molek’s gift by mortal men.”
Our rental house has remained vacant since May.
It’s yours to lodge if you need a place to stay.
We’ll do what we can to aid your escape
From this life of pain that you’ve grown to hate.
Our love and support we’re glad to extend.
Signed: Yours Truly, John and LeAnn
Amazed, bewildered, and in disbelief
Streams of tears flowed down her cheeks
Without hesitation, she accepted his plea
A new chapter is written she could never foresee
Sara’s best life is about to begin
With a selfless act from John and LeAnn
Her son that she bore, a beautiful child
She snuggled him close and said with a smile
“My son, my son, have all of my love.
You’re just like an angel sent from above.
I beg of you please forgive my sin.
To think about what might have been.
Almost sentenced to premature death
Prior to taking your very first breath.
A vow will I take to be mother and friend,
Your guardian and protector to the bitter end.”
Sara’s path was doomed from birth
Self-hatred subdued her valid worth
And in the twinkling of an eye, dawn broke through the rain
In her abject life of distress and pain
Time will mend the pieces broken within
Through a simple act of kindness by John and LeAnn
This story is made up, The characters too
This isn’t about them, It’s about me and you!
Together, we can make a difference!
The following appears to be the same, but has quite a different ending as you will soon see.
Sarah was the young girl’s name
Subjected to her walk of shame
Engulfed by fear, she walks alone
To the clinic near her home
As she nears the door… silence reins
No voice of comfort to ease her pain
John wasn’t there like as before
No, this John is much too busy to darken the clinic door
There is a business to run and bills to pay
Life, it seems to have gotten in the way
Sara’s child, now sentenced to premature death
Prior to taking his very first breath
She just wanted the family that she never had
She longed for her son to be raised with a dad
Walks in the park and trips to the zoo
Now, broken dreams are all she’s accrued
You see, three days ago, the child’s father OD’ed
And his mother is useless as you can see
Destined to walk the streets alone
Incapable of providing an adequate home
She walks back to her ram shackled shack of a home
Three days now passed, she sits alone
There’s no one there to aid her escape
From this life of pain that she’s grown to hate
A bottle of pills will make it alright
She’ll meet her demise in the depths of the night
This fabricated story engineered in the mind
Serves to illuminate the pain of those left behind
Together, we can make a difference!
This was written to shed light on the impact or the lack thereof that we have on humanity. We live in a world full of people who are hurting. People, whose lives could be permanently altered if we do our part. Together, we can make a difference!
J. Bret McGlaun
Journey Into Freedom 