Beckett: Poetry – No. 1469, No Choice

I’m curled up inside my room
where it is warm and safe.
I want to leave,
but it’s not time yet.

Mother sends food through the tube,
meeting me where I lay.
Mother sounds distraught, saying,
“I don’t know how this happened.”

Mother is likely talking of me,
remaining sequestered in my room.
I have become a burden, —
“an inconvenience,” she says.

Muffled voices through the door:
“…my body… my choice…”
But what about my body?
Don’t I have a choice?

For the first time, the door opens.
Finally! I can see the light!
But metal arms come rushing in
and tear me apart limb from limb.

3 thoughts on “Beckett: Poetry – No. 1469, No Choice

  1. Ugh, this is just unacceptable, this is unforgivable, I could never understand the brutality of someone who could kill an innocent life just because she made bad choices, she’s a waste of space. Ugh, I am so fuming over this.

    Hey, don’t hesitate to visit my blog page, I would love to connect with you. I posted a new blog”Ask Me Anything” I hope you could participate in it if you don’t mind. 🙂


    1. Thank you for your comment 🙂 Yes, it is a tragic, angering thing that mothers would kill their own children. But let us not also forget to pray for the mothers as well, whether they decide to abort or not. They are in need of prayer to be guarded from such evil as much as the defenseless infants are. I will be sure to stop by your blog 🙂 ~Garrick Beckett


      1. Yes, they are in need of some serious guidance and enlightenment. I feel sorry for the life wasted. 😦


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