Infertility
Infertility
If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie,
If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach
and right then and there just want to collapse and die,
I would say it was a lie.
I hate you,
You remind me of everything that I don’t have
The most precious thing to me,
You remind me
every time I see you
that I don’t have a family.
I used to love you,
I used to love you when you reminded me,
That I was young and free
And that I could be like that for as long as I wanted to be.
But now,
You remind me
Of infertility,
You remind me of my bareness
Of yet another unsuccessful pregnancy.
Instead of morning sickness I get PMT
I’m 32 years old
This is not how my life is meant to be,
So for this fact I hate you with a passion that burns from deep down inside of me,
I hate you because every time you turn up unexpectedly
My husband is one step closer to leaving me.
If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie,
If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach
and right then and there just want to collapse and die
I would say it was a lie.
Copyright © Rosemary Martin | Year Posted 2009
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