Only a Giver of Life

I had dreamt of being a loving wife,
A perfect family, a perfect life,
The nudging in my tummy, a gift from above,
What better comfort than someone to love.
The touch of little hands that make me want to sing,
Fully dependent on me, and be my everything.

What could be so wrong, I should be happy,
Reinforcing the love, the pinnacle of a family,
He could fill my days with endless laughter,
And is the hope that the future will be better,
Someone to guide, and to be my pride,
And to fill the emptiness I feel inside.

But…

He has brought nothing but destruction,
I’m just a kid, a kid with her own baby,
No more dreams, nothing but disillusion
How could this happen? I’m not even ready.

My bulging belly is my shame
Fingers will point, I may do something crazy,
A moment of lust, now years of pain,
How could this happen? I’m not even ready.

I feel sick, will this doom last forever,
Darkness and strife, my burden so heavy,
No future, no hope, no happy ever after,
Nothing to give, but life for this baby

What would be this baby’s expectation?
A father that he would never know,
A mother without an education,
A path, I fear, that he will follow.