Shae O'Brien grew up in the Pacific Northwest, and it has bred her to have a love for music, coffee, the ocean, and rain. Her love for writing was planted at a young age, with the encouragement of beautiful family and inspiring teachers, and grew into a passion she cannot go a day without. During the day, Shae is also an English teacher, promoting the art of the written word among the youth of Austin. Her writing has been featured in publications such as Off The Wookie, AIPF Di-verse-city Anthology 2012, and TWENTY: Poems In Memoriam. She recently self-published her first chapbook, "Truths Unspoken", which takes the reader on a poetic journey through the passion, love, heartbreak, and rebirth of a relationship. You may find her on any given night writing or performing her work around Austin, TX.

Please note that all poems and/or parts are the property of Shae O'Brien and should not be shared without giving due credit.

Thank you.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Wrongful Life

From the depths of the earth
From the heavens above
I imagine the trial of my murderer.
The silence of the courtroom disturbed
Only by the anxious fidgeting of a jury
Made up of my peers or hers?

The honorable judge holds gavel in hand
Even breath concealing weighted heart
As my story becomes testimony.
My name: Exhibit A.
My birthday finds me dead
By the hands of one I trusted
One I loved.

Collective gasps steal air from the room
As my murderer is called to the stand,
Taking an oath that requires honor
On a book that emits holiness
One she does not have
The other she does not deserve.
Her validated smirk still sickens me
As she begins to explain away my life
With the same words she used
While plotting my demise.

I didn't want her around.
She wasn't what I expected.
It wasn't like she had any real worth.
She was bad for me.
I'm a better person with her gone.
I brought her into this life and I can take her out.
After all, it was my choice.

The last word slices through my soul.

I imagine the jury shifting uncomfortably
The judge tightening his grip on the gavel
My father weeping in the corner
Of a room full of choices
Each one offering justice or justification.

From the depths of the earth
From the heavens above
I imagine a trial I long for,
A trial that will never come.

Because she stole my voice
Before I could develop it
And no one would speak for me.

Because she shut my eyes
Before I could learn to open them
And no one would see for me.

Because she took my choice
Before I could stand to make it
And no one would choose for me.

For my life.

No one waited to ask me for my choice.
Inconvenience turns murder to termination
Easier to say perhaps
But do not be mistaken
A beating heart was stopped that day.

Just be glad it wasn't yours.

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