I didn’t know that I held an opinion that would alter my life.
I didn’t know that I was pro-choice.
I didn’t know until I chose abortion that I would one day suffer for that choice.
I didn’t know that the blob was really my baby.
I didn’t know that I would hurt to the depths of my soul.
I didn’t know there were alternatives.
I didn’t know that I didn’t have to make that deadly choice.
I didn’t know that I could confess and be forgiven.
I didn’t know that God is a compassionate and merciful God.
I didn’t know that I could be joyful one day.
I didn’t know.