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Infertility poem
Maybe if you could take a walk in my shoes,
You would understand what it feels like to have the infertility blues.
The devastating feeling when on the test only one line appears,
The exhaustion over sleepless nights and crying so many tears.
... Maybe you wouldn’t say “If it’s meant to be, it will be”.
Or “just relax, live your life and try to be worry free”.
By this you insinuate that I am doing something wrong,
Don't you understand how hard it is to stay strong?
Was it meant to be for the woman who chose to have an abortion?
Was it meant to be for women having babies born with addiction?
Choose you words carefully or please say nothing at all,
In this community of women the support seems so small.
“Do it in this position, drink this, and I heard not to eat that”.
Or “Did you know that you can’t get pregnant if you’re fat”?
Think before you speak because we have no tolerance for you!
You have no idea of our struggle and what we are going through!
If you want to be a friend please just be at our side.
Be there to support us and wipe our tears as we cry.
Don’t offer us testimonial or uneducated advice.
A hug and a shoulder to cry on will certainly suffice.
And if we are hopeful one month and trying to read our bodies' signs,
Please don’t tell us it’s too early or that we are losing our minds.
Let us hold on to our hope, as brief as it may be,
Because this is all we have, our dreams of pregnancy.
by Christina Lemal