At age thirty I found myself.

I left my husband and my affair.

Started therapy to build a shelf.

Of tools to remind me how to care.

 

To find love inside before sharing my heart.

Dating games were fun times,

A new me open to a fresh start.

Eventually growing weary from the climb.

 

Thought I’d be comfortable alone.

Thought nothing of this rainy first date.

To think we had both postponed!

An ordinary evening turned great.

 

Flash forward one year,

And I’m still putting myself first.

I wanted to know my body sincere.

Stopped hormonal birth control & immersed.

 

My body responded nicely.

Our sex life was so good.

And living life more imprecisely,

We both understood.

 

Test showed two blue lines.

OH SHIT!

Trying to decipher all the signs.

My brain was split.

 

We could handle this for sure,

And our privilege gives us a choice.

Our relationship is so secure,

The two of us acting as a united voice.

 

A baby is what we want someday,

And life is moving so fast.

We decided to delay.

Both of us confident our love can outlast.

 

Abortion is my choice.

Another reminder that I matter most.

An action that echoes my inner voice,

So loudly I had to post.

 

I am loved – inside and out.

By my person and me.

To all those without or feel doubt.

Hear me:

 

YOU ARE WORTHY.

YOU ARE LOVED.

YOUR CHOICE MATTERS.

YOU ARE BRAVE.