Infertility
A (somewhat open) letter to my body.
Dear My body.
I wear this curse you gave me
As a badge of shame.
It's like an ill-fitting cap
Emblazoned with the letter 'D'.
Your parts make you a woman,
But some of you is missing,
They say that bearing children
Does not define a woman.
Why then do I feel
As though i have failed.
Achieved an 'F' in the class
Of 'How to be a woman'?
You torture me each month,
With cramps, hot flushes and blood,
But how dare you do that
When you took so much from me.
You took the basic human right
To give another life.
Some days are easier than others
And i can almost forget.
Then another birthday nears or
Someone else falls pregnant.
I'm happy for them, I truly am,
Though it may never be my turn.
Your favourite trick it seems,
Is giving me false hope.
A missed period and bated breath,
Thinking maybe the doctors,
Just maybe they were wrong.
The single line looks like a laughing face.
There is so much more that makes a woman,
Than being a wife or mother.
That is not the point I am making,
I know that to be true.
The point that I am making,
Is that you took that choice from me.
So I hope you're happy with yourself
You unforgiving thing.
Now you know the true extent
Of the effect you've had on me,
Emotionally, physically and psychologically,
So here i'll end this letter.
Yours Disgracefully
Me.
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