Published on August 29, 2016 In heaving sobs, my head buried in my own legs, wailing with bitter tears of no more second chances, not here, not ever. Alone I stood against the over-crowded masses of family court, it was finished! The decision had been made before my arrival. With a common signature, I had released the children I rejoiced over when I learned of when they were growing inside of me. I surrendered ever feeling the hands that once traced my womb, cleaning the feet that had kicked me in the late night hours.