Two go in, one comes out

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Two go in, one comes out.

(Written by: Barb Gosa)

The dark hall seemed endless as she followed it out.
What now? What now? She wanted to shout.
Her head hung low, tears ran down her face.
The one thing on her mind was just to escape.

But she followed the others, held by fear, held by lies.

The lie “this will fix it”, was the counselor’s cry.

“Just minutes, it’s over” is one that visits her yet.

Dreams cast with memories she tries to forget.

Never over; that past; that pain just won’t leave.

Regrets fill the tapestry of life she now weaves.

Abortion. The promise was one of pregnancy ended.

That promise fulfilled creates another unsaid.

The moment the baby died in her womb.

That moment she felt enclosed in a tomb.
Silent prison, private grave, of anguish and pain.
Mother of a dead child that day she became.

Deceived by the lie “abortion’s the answer”.
Abortion, it covers her soul like a cancer.
Always there, ever growing, darkening her heart.
If only she’d listened back at the start…

Outside the clinic she saw a man standing that day.
Held a sign, said no words, just stood there and prayed.
She remembers thinking, “What is that all about?”
The sign simply read, “Two go in, one comes out.”