It feels ridiculous to be working this hard.
It feels unnatural to be so calculated.
It is hard to not feel jealous of others who can get pregnant so easily.
It is hard, that's an understatement.
It makes my teeth clench, my heart break, and my spirit fade.
I'd rather not be writing 'poetry' about infertility.
It is not my chosen topic.
It is not something I crave to feel.
It is not something I long to write about.
I write about it because I don't know what else to do.
After years of going through this, I am constantly wondering how to manage.
- Heather
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