The Memory

An innocence like no other, He plays with his blocks. Tipping and tapping, My sadness, he mocks.

I watch in the distance, As my dearest child plays. I hope I can meet him soon, If I'm lucky, it'll be one of these days.

I had no choice, I was too distraught to look after him. I was so worried, That I'd make his life so unbearably dim.

And as I watch him now, Building his towers and rolling his toy cars, I feel that he is mine, So close, yet so breathtakingly far.

But, why shall I feel so guilty? I never decided to have my life this way. Why are you judging my pain? You'll never understand why I landed this way.

"She's only 18 years old!", they would always bark with their looks, They think me promiscuous, giving birth at this age. But, if only they realised their plain ignorance, It wasn't my choice, and if it was, is it not my life anyway?

So please stop with your judgement, Go find out for yourself, Go ask the man that didn't stop when I screamed, Go ask the monster why he forced himself on me.

The memories will never fade away, Of the day I conceived my son, He'll never know who I am, I hope his new family will shower him with kindness and love.

But, as much as it hurts, I cannot take him to my home, I'm only still coping, Even though I'm drowning on my own.

But, not to worry, My child, I shall return. Though you may never see me, I will always be right beside you, in the shadows and in the earth.