Snowy Fingers

Real struggle being a teen, conflicted by the thought of being pregnant...

Little unborn child,

Are you really there?

I feel around my abdomen, 

And my heart wilts.

I'm afraid.

I cannot have this innocent baby,

For I am just a child myself.

Diminutive snowy fingers...to match my own?

Brown doe eyes, and dark hair.

I want what cannot be,

I want impossibly what is possible.

Anxiety courses through me,

My plea is twisted like the knots inside of me.

I dwell on the future of an infant,

Despite the consequences.

I long for it,

Matching snowy fingers.

A child...with a child.

I ponder on their future.

Little Obadiah, or Elspeth.

Will they repeat their mother's mistakes?

Hereditary insanity?

Please do not let it be.

Little unborn child, this is my plea.

Of snowy fingers.

Because not knowing,

May be the worst possible scenario.

Author's Note

These words come straight from the heart.

Reviews

[Roxii]

This is what I felt like and I thought my world was coming to an end all because I wasn't careful. I grew to love the fact that I was going to have a child; there isn't anything that you can do about it except the fact that you are going to be a mother. It's scary as hell sometimes though, but I have never had a better life ever since my Rosabella.

[Riley Bray]

Looking at the title, I never would have guessed this would be the content of the poem...but it is, and it fits. Its beautiful but reminds me of a child's nursery rhyme in a way. "Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posie, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." I say this because of the even zestier intensity in the subtext, where the meaning strikes home harder than it did perhaps in the actual poem itself. Well done.

[Criss ;)]

great, nice lines
Matching snowy fingers.
A child...with a child.
I ponder on their future.....

well written :)

[Simon Welsh]

This is rather beautiful. I love this.

[Sami Khalil]

"Little unborn child,

Are you really there?

I feel around my abdomen,

And my heart wilts.

I'm afraid.

I cannot have this innocent baby"
An awesome write on this subject . Well penned...:)

[quinfinn]

there is something oddly beautiful about a "child" who is with child...and though it may be terrifying, it is a valuable lesson in responsibility and love. now, i was raised in a different time, where girls who were considered too young to have a baby were ostracized form their society and treated like trash. it is a much different world now.tis write touched me very deeply and i can't claim to fully understand but i can lend my support and tell you to believe in yourself and take life on a day by day and do your very best. i am reminded of a song by b j thomas called "rock n roll lullaby" give it a listen. excellent write here