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