The Price Of A Child

What is the price of a child?
What is the price for freedom?
Is it selfish?
Is it mad?
Am I a bad mother?
Am I so stupid?
What other choices do I have?
What other people might think of me?
Would I be forgiven by?
Would I survive?

Escape.

My child is worth the whole world.
My child is my heart.
My child loves me.
My child doesn't want me to go.

Escape.

I want to take care of him.
I want to shade him from the heat.
I want to wash his little hands.
I want to cook for him.
I want to stroke his shiny black hair.
I want him to love me.

Escape.

Tears, joy.
Blood, love.
Fear, courage.
Hate, strength.

Escape.

Until he grows up.
Until the sun's up.
Until he stops crying.
Until he is happy.

Escape.

I will love.
I will hate.
I will kill.
I will Run.

Escape.

Until
the golden light of freedom shines on my child, my heart, and my soul.

That is the price of a child.