Two Pink Lines
Do you remember how excited you would get when you were about to test? Do you remember thinking that maybe if you didn’t look at it till the timer rang, it might be positive.
Thinking two pink lines meant happiness. Negative after negative, one after the other, month after month. But pain and disappointment still followed, even after you mentally prepared yourself for the worst; your world still felt dark. The bitter pain of seeing announcement after announcement, post after post yet she didn’t let the sadness and anger peek through.
She cried in secret to keep the facade that they weren’t trying month after month.
After a while, you stopped tracking. The unknown was better than the disappointment of the single line.
Your heart and head battled one another, hating your body for not doing the simple assignment at hand.
The darkness of those days, the heaviness that always weighed.
Inside you're screaming, why me! The feeling of unfairness that it comes so easily for everyone else.
All she wants is a home filled with laughter and love, while soothing an angel in her arms. And little feet racing down the hall.
Maybe one day there will be more than two.
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