Brandlynn Young Poet I do not know?

Not Knowing

It’s the not knowing,
That I would say,
That bothers me
In every way.

Am I pregnant,
Or am I not.
I sure think,
This thought a lot.

I am late again,
Like I was at first.
It’s the anticipation,
That really hurts.

Not getting my hopes up,
Is a hard thing to do.
But I’m let down again,
At one line and not two.

Is it too early,
To really tell?
There’s no real way
Of knowing well.

It’s the not knowing,
This is so true,
What to expect,
Or what to do.

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