My Jericho

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Each hurt, a stone; each imperfection,

mortar for the walls. They rise up

like Babel, to the sky, surrounding

my heart like barbed wire fences.

 

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No Turning Back

lightstock_65544_medium_novelaficionada(As featured on the back cover of the Winter 2013-2014 issue of Evangel)

 

She was young and scared with nowhere to turn.

She was pregnant and alone with a lot to learn.

She’d been told, “It’s your right to choose,”

But they never told her what she would lose.

She walked in for the operation,

She walked out to self-condemnation.

It was only a fetus, she told herself, It wasn’t a baby;

That’s what they say, but maybe —

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