Guests gathering
People yelling for no reason
In a small, worn down church
A new family about to be born.

Feeling like a contestant
On the Miss America pageant
Flaunting my gown in the mirror…
Frantic friend running
In to say, “It’s time.”

My life flashing before my eyes
Am I making the right decision?
Thoughts racing in my mind
Walking through the hall,
Beats of my heart in sync with my steps
I’m there…no way to turn back.

 
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