Will you see me without looking? Can you see me without your eyes? Can you hear me if I speak? Can you feel me, if I have no touch?
Yes I answer you from the first to the last, and you will know it is me that was their, in you, a part of you, wanting to be protected by you. But, you didn't want me.
You did not see me when I began. You did not feel me when I touched. You did not hear me when I spoke. You did not listen to me when I begged oh so softly before I died.
Now, you must carry me as an insatiable void in your heart. I was in the beginning, but you put an end to me. I am what will never be. I will never be real to you or for you, only a phantom in the night to remind you and warn you to never do this again.
You may beg me to forgive you, but I can not speak. You may venture far and wide to escape me, but it will not be. You can attempt to ignore me, but I will return. Fore I am you and you are me, and that is how it will be till the end of eternity. Your forgiveness must come from Jesus Christ. He is the one you must ask. Not me.
I am the aborted. Only Jesus can fix your broken heart.