This poem accompanied an entry in The Interim essay contest

You cannot feel the fear that I feel

You cannot cry the tears that I cry

You are not about to die

You have a choice in your life

I do not

You can speak for yourself

I cannot

You are not about to die

You have laughed, you have cried

I can’t laugh but I can cry

You think it’s all your problem

But it’s me that’s going to die

I will never giggle, I will never smile

I will only drown in your self-pity

You are unlike me because…

I am the unborn, unwanted child.

Heather Scott

(13 yrs.) Brandon, Manitoba