What was I Supposed to Be?

My name may not be important to this world.
I may never see the sunlight or starlite
skies. I will never be held in my mother's
arms as she rocks me to sleep.

Christmas carols will only be sung with angels.
There will be no school plays or carnivals;
the rush of a rollercoaster, the taste of
cotton candy -- all things that children
take for granted cannot be mine.

This world did not want me. Perhaps my
parents were not ready or able to provide
a home. Perhaps they did not realize the
love I would have brought them. I would
have endured any hardship in this life,
but this rejection is too much to bear.

Why? Why do parents only see their own
concerns? I was invisible. I could not
speak for myself, but in a whisper. They
argued so loudly about the burdens already
present in their lives. They could not
hear my soft voice crying, "please...
please do not end my life before it begins."

I wanted to take a breath of life and cry
with the joy of being alive. I wanted to
be loved and cared for in this earthly life.
I wanted to dance, laugh, and sing.

My Heavenly Father comforts me. I had so
much potential. He assures me that I had
the intelligence and creativity, from the
pattern of my genes, to accomplish much
in life. I could have been a doctor who
found a cure for a disease, or a leader
who brought peace.

Not given the chance,the world will
never know what I may have done.