Poems   Untitled   The darkness stirs and I look all around me My home is here and my gentle light shines Here there is peace as I grow and mature Here there is love and a life that endures Time passes by and my day grows closer Yet I am too tiny to greet the sweet dawn I am a life light inside another I am a baby inside my own mother I know that she cares for she feeds and protects me From the dangers that await me outside I am too little, for I have not grown I am too early, my life is not my own Suddenly the calm breaks, something is wrong The light comes too early... I panic in fear The steel punctures my heart and bears onto me The pain punctures my soul, all that is in me Where is my mother and where is my life? I have neither, because I was not wanted I lie here in a dish and take my last breath I am not born and yet this is my death   About this poem   Another poem I wrote when I was at St. Anthony's - I did an A Level in Theology, and as part of the course we covered Ethical topics such as Euthanasia and Abortion. This poem is actually in honour of a baby I read about in an article during a Theology lesson. His mother had him aborted, but he was still alive when they removed him from her womb. As he had been aborted, he was considered clinically "dead", even though he was very much still alive. The doctors could have saved his life. They left him in a dish on a sideboard to die. He lasted a few hours before finally dying from malnutrition. He wasn't given a name or a death certificate.