Serena
"Sign here, great. Sit down anywhere you'd like," a falsely cheerful, bleached blonde receptionist says.
I sit down on a plastic chair in the corner, next to a large plastic fern.
It's all just a nightmare. If I get the abortion, it will all go away, and everything will be fine, I try to convince myself. I give up eventually. What if my own mother, who was in a very similar situation to the one I am in now, had decided not t have me?
My thoughts are interrupted as a young looking woman with a small toddler on her hip walks up to me. I am the only other person here.
"Could you please hold Gina while I go sign in?" The woman asks me. I nodd, unable to do anything else. She carefully passes me the pixie-like little girl with light brown hair cut into a bob and sky blue eyes.
"My mommy likes violets," Gina announces, giving me a handful of crushed violets.
"I'll bet she does," I mutter.
"Are you a mommy?"
"I don't know," I admit. And I don't.
Gina feels my hair.
"Your hair is soft. Like my new Barbie's. Not like my old Barbie's," Gina says, making a face.
"And she says if I be good today, we can go buy me a brand new little Kelly doll. But I don't want Kelly to be Barbie's cousin. So I'm gonna make Barbie be her mommy," she continues.
"Thank you so much," the mother says, magically appearing in front of me. She picks Gina up and says to me, "I hope she didn't drive you crazy."
"She didn't. She actually opened my eyes," I tell her, and with that, I run out of the clinic.
The violets are still in my hand.
"Sign here, great. Sit down anywhere you'd like," a falsely cheerful, bleached blonde receptionist says.
I sit down on a plastic chair in the corner, next to a large plastic fern.
It's all just a nightmare. If I get the abortion, it will all go away, and everything will be fine, I try to convince myself. I give up eventually. What if my own mother, who was in a very similar situation to the one I am in now, had decided not t have me?
My thoughts are interrupted as a young looking woman with a small toddler on her hip walks up to me. I am the only other person here.
"Could you please hold Gina while I go sign in?" The woman asks me. I nodd, unable to do anything else. She carefully passes me the pixie-like little girl with light brown hair cut into a bob and sky blue eyes.
"My mommy likes violets," Gina announces, giving me a handful of crushed violets.
"I'll bet she does," I mutter.
"Are you a mommy?"
"I don't know," I admit. And I don't.
Gina feels my hair.
"Your hair is soft. Like my new Barbie's. Not like my old Barbie's," Gina says, making a face.
"And she says if I be good today, we can go buy me a brand new little Kelly doll. But I don't want Kelly to be Barbie's cousin. So I'm gonna make Barbie be her mommy," she continues.
"Thank you so much," the mother says, magically appearing in front of me. She picks Gina up and says to me, "I hope she didn't drive you crazy."
"She didn't. She actually opened my eyes," I tell her, and with that, I run out of the clinic.
The violets are still in my hand.
Time is just a thing.
You can't ever have to little.
You can always have enough.
But when you look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
You see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
You can't ever have to little.
You can always have enough.
But when you look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
You see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a cloud to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A heart that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.