We've talked about it from the beginning. Didn't want to try or worry,until we were married.Now we're praying what ever happens happens. There's no turning back,the damage could be done.There are so many questions,we find.That are constantly,going through our mind.Things we ask,time and time again. We're just so young,we don't know where to begin. What are we going to do? Will I be able to carry through? Will I walk right beside you? How are we going to share the news? All these questions consumed while we wait 11-14 days, to know if it's true. With one another's hand to hold,we don't seem to be in this alone.It seems like forever those minutes on the clock, seem to tick by slowly.All we want to do is read the results. To know what could be,from such a life changing test. At 15 I can't help but wish for the best.So would it be wrong to get excited if it's positive,or upset when it's negative?People might say,what were you thinking?There goes your life...If it's change I have to deal with I will reply with a smile on my face, My life hasn't gone anywhere. This is all I've ever wanted to start a family,and be with the one I love.It may no longer be the two of us. There could be another on its very way,yet it's still too soon to know.If there is, we might have to grow up a lot. There will come a day when we trade in our youth for the difficulty of parenthood. We will get used to the idea of being called Mommy and Daddy. Or the hero to that baby in a hospital bed. Who resembles us every inch up to its tiny head. Ten fingers, ten toes and that cute little button nose all came from a love that grows.It won't be easy raising a baby when you're just a kid yourself.I'm not saying it would but it's the price we pay for not doing as we should. For not preventing this from happening like we could. Two weeks will tell life might change and our parents might yell. But life isn't a game. You have to take responsibility for each risk you take.So please don't hold regret,about the choices we make. Please don't look for a way out because you know at times we're going to shout. Just remember what we did, we did out of love. We were given a gift, precious and tiny from up above.

Is it hard to look at yourself
to accept how flaws can be painstaking.
Is it hard to the look in the mirror
and see yourself reflecting.
Is it hard to look at yourself
and replay what everyone is saying.
Is it hard to kneel down
and with your head bowed keep praying.
Is it hard to ask God
to close you off from all the judging.
Is it hard to be yourself
to let everyone hear you speaking.
Is it hard to open your heart,
to let love do the healing.
Is it hard to sit back
and slowly watch time passing.
Is it hard to let go
of someone so caring?

Just a Puppet
You are the Master,
I am the puppet.
Caught between your grip,
and a sight of reality.
I am just a doll,
what can I do.
You play with my strings,
and control what's in my heart.
I am the puppet,
lacking emotion inside.
Trapped by words spoken,
and desperate actions.
You are the puppet master,
who will find love someday.
But you don't listen
to what your puppet has to say.
I am the puppet,
wanting to hide in cave.
Placed on a shelf,
in a protective case.
A silver mirror,
reflecting back at me.
This is what I see,
a puppet on a string.
Wanting so bad to be free,
but a sense of control is comforting.
I am just a puppet,
staring into space.
Hiding behind,
more than this hurt on my face.
A puppet girl,
suffering with fear and pain.
So how do I cut these strings,
that tie us together.
I no longer want to depend on another.
How do I cut this string,
if you are my sense of security.
Some say I have to find scissors,
and cut them myself.
Some say will- power is the key,
but this is what I believe.
I haven't given up on the Master,
just the puppet within me.