I could feel the pain
tearing through the fabric
of my body.
Red waves of tears crashed
upon the floor.
I screamed,
and my scream responded.
And life was placed within my arms.
Future shined in brilliant eyes,
and love held my heart.
But as fast as I could
breathe,
my baby was taken away.
Where I was in life,
I could not survive
nor care for another
without drowning,
so without question,
they decided
what was best for me.
I sat up in sweat
with tears stinging my eyes.
My heart was breaking.
How cruel is my mind
for having this dream?
How cruel am I
to myself
when I am ready to give up
looking for love?
Maybe,
for me to love,
for me to live,
I needed to change,
and if I did
free myself
from the burden that I carry,
then maybe,
one day,
this life,
this child
would remain
held within my heart.

Cruel Dream
by, Melissa R. Mendelson