"You should consider abortion as there is a high chance your child will be deformed." She was broken and hurting; she didn't want to accept this news So many conflicting emotions, pulling her back and forth Sickness plagued her fueling her depression Finally realising the severity of the matter...she made the hospital appointment.
One morning after a helpful doctors consult, she decides, "I'm going to keep this baby." I don't care; I will love and look after my baby no matter what The thought of abortion killed her inside She went home after taking the doctors advice for anti-nausea remedies She was hopeful, finally accepting, excited to be a mum again She knocked on the door, her sister comes to unlock the door and greet her The girl looks down and does her sister, shock sets in Red blood, lots of it, they look at each other in despair
First, she had to accept that she had an unwell child, that she may lose the child, or have to make that decision herself. Once accepting to love this child no matter what, she had to accept that he was now gone.
The nurse had to retrieve the baby from the toilet She was unable to look at him, not wanting to accept her reality but asked to keep him
She sits, and she mourns with her delicate baby in his tiny coffin The deformed reality of her baby sinks in; she only wanted to love him Heartbroken, seeing this incomplete child that she so desperately realised she wanted She then had to accept his fate was never in her hands
Life is a rollercoaster of emotions; you only realise what you have until it is gone; once you accept something painful, life changes.
It hurts. It's unfair. It is a process of emotions but accepting reality is the only way to live in the present
I have been numb For months now. The days are passing But it feels like I am not allowed To progress With the sun every day, I'm trapped in my head. No contentment, no vain.
There's a tiny part within me That can still feel— The smiles of children; The anger of adults; The pain of teenagers. But they refuse to paint itself on my face. The phlegmatic countenance; unreadable and out of the way.
I have not cried from time immemorial, Carrying with me the pent up emotions To wherever I go, and adding to it some more. Filling it to the point where it's too much to hold.