You're Just Not Worth It.

I've been debating whether or not to post this for a while, and I've finally just decided to go for it. This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago, written from a girl's perspective. That may sound weird, but it'll make sense at the end of the poem.

You're just not worth it.

It's just not going to work out

between you and I.

So I have to end this.

No hard feelings, I just can't afford this relationship.

A woman's got to have the right to choose

who she lets into her life.

If only these were different circumstances

I might have been able to cope.

But I never expected to see you - not now. You just weren't

part of my plans.

I'm sure you'll understand one day.

You're just not worth it.

Don't you see how much pain you'll cause me?

Don't you understand what I'd have to go through

to make this work?

Do you realize how terrible it was for me

when I found out about you?

You were supposed to be something great

for me.

But you're really just an

inconvenience.

I'm sorry, but you have to go.

You're just not worth it.

I've thought this through a million times,

and everyone I've talked to agrees.

You wouldn't be good for me.

Just not right now. I have to do

the responsible thing.

I have to do what's right

for me.

My future is riding on this,

I can't let you jeopardize everything.

You're just not worth it.

Some might argue with me.

They say I'm not being fair, and

I know it's not your fault.

But at this point, that's not the issue.

Who's to blame doesn't matter,

what matters is you're here

and you shouldn't be.

You're just not worth it.

I'm not heartless.

I'm making the best decision I know how to make.

I've done my research on your kind, and

I know what could happen,

so I'm not going to take any risks.

I'm taking you out of my life

before you can cause me any pain.

You're just not worth it.

Once you're gone

I'll move on with my life.

I won't regret it for a moment.

It will be like you never even

existed.

I won't remember you.

You're just not worth it.

One moment is all it takes.

One moment, and you're gone.

Like the flip of a switch, the

blowing out of a candle.

I'll let you go like the sand in my fingers.

You're just not worth it.

I'll admit though, the idea

of having you here with me

still clings to my mind even now.

But I'll shut you out. I must.

You're just not worth it.

Time is fleeting. Time to

decide.

Time to give you up.

You're just not worth it.

It's time to say goodbye, but I feel like

I never got the chance to get to know you.

You're just not worth it.

In the end, you were never worth the trouble, because

you're just not worth it.

My baby.

This poem was my reaction to an article I read on abortion. A lot of the lines are actually almost exact quotes from women who have had abortions. This poem sums up basically the way I see most women thinking through this situation. You have no idea how much it saddens me to know that there are millions of people who have been told this, whether while they were still in the womb, during middle school, or in the adult world. So many people have been told that they're just not worth someone's time, respect, or love.

It doesn't matter who you're talking to, you don't have the right to tell someone they don't deserve to live because they're an inconvenience to you. Killing a child is never the responsible thing to do. I realize this is a very controversial issue, and there are many aspects to this debate. Do not read into this and assume that I hate women who have had abortions. I'm grieved by their decisions, but that doesn't mean that I hate who they are or something like that. My feelings about this issue stem entirely from my desire for everyone to have a chance to come into this world and live their own life.


I think one of my all-time favourite heroes from my childhood said it best, when he declared that "A person's a person, no matter how small." I'm not trying to put words into the author's mouth here, I'm just saying what I've always taken out of that story. And that is simply that it doesn't matter how insignificant someone may seem, they matter to God, and therefore they matter to me.


I don't think I need to ask any questions to get people commenting on this one, but I would like to just request that we all remain civil in our discussion of this issue. Just think about what you say before commenting. That is all.

That's Love

She came in for books
to aid as she taught.
The ones that I showed her
were just what she sought.

Her student had trouble;
she couldn't remember.
The fires of learning
in her were an ember.

I looked on in wonder
"This teacher's a hero."
Her patience was boundless,
complaints numbered zero.

She never once told me
her life was so tough.
She didn't break down
or say she'd had enough.

She just had compassion.
A desire to teach
that mind that she found
was so hard to reach.

I'm sure that she'd say
that it's really no bother
who else, if not she,
would help her sick mother?



I wrote this poem shortly after helping a woman who had come in with her mother looking for some resources to help her recover from dementia. It was such an inspiring moment for me. The love that this woman had for her mom was incredible. She kept thanking me for helping her find the books she needed, and the whole time all I could think was "Are you kidding me? You're the one who's doing all the work here! You're the one who's standing by your mother through thick and thin!"

The truth is, she could have let her mother sit alone in a nursing home for the rest of her life. Lots of people do it, it really wouldn't have been a huge deal to most people. But from what I've seen of her, it looks like she's made the choice to be an active part in her mother's recovery. Granted I don't know all the details, I honestly just know the little that she told me while I was helping her find books, but that doesn't really matter all that much to me. Because I saw in her eyes, and heard in her voice all I needed to hear to know her motives in this.

This was a woman determined to make her mother well again. She loved her mom so much, and it showed in the way she spoke about her, to her, her attitude, and her spirit. She told me of the improvements they'd had already with the nurse/aide they'd been working with. She had such devotion, and tenderness toward her mother. It was awe-inspiring. I only hope that under similar circumstances I could act in a similar fashion.

How often do we look at people around us as less than deserving of our love? How often do we just walk by random people on the street without thinking twice about who they are, and what their life has been like? Had I not been told this lady's story, I most likely would have seen her as just another elderly lady like many I used to see during my visits with my great-grandmother when she was still alive.

So I guess what I'm saying is, caring about others might not always be easy, but when it's genuine, it can really make an impact. I know that the small glimpse I saw of the love of this daughter to her mother profoundly affected me. And I only saw them for 15 minutes. How will you make yourself known to the people you meet in your everyday life? How do you want to be known by strangers?

I thought this post was especially appropriate coming off the heels of mother's day. So here's to you Mom. Thanks for everything.