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I wrote this December 22nd, when I should have been 31 weeks, happy, fat and wobbling around - instead I was flat, empty and devastated.
Should Have Been 31 Weeks Today
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Sue Morton
Most days it's just easier
to smile and say I'm ok.
Instead of telling people,
what I really want to say.
Things happen for a reason
is what people tell me.
But just because the brain knows that,
the heart doesn't listen you see?
It's not just something to "get over"
like a cold or simple flu
this emotional roller coaster of HELL
is just something I must go through.
Nobody can truly understand
what I feel inside.
How all I want to do
is stay in bed and hide.
Everyone's pain is different,
nobody's is the same.
This dreadful, dreadful emptiness
leaves me feeling insane.
My heart is broken
It will never mend.
I still haven't seen this light
that's supposedly around the bend.
I should now have been
a fat and happy 31 weeks.
but 15 weeks ago you were lost
and the emptiness leaves me week
Should Have Been 31 Weeks Today by Sue Morton @FamilyFriendPoems
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to smile and say I'm ok.
Instead of telling people,
what I really want to say.
Things happen for a reason
is what people tell me.
But just because the brain knows that,
the heart doesn't listen you see?
It's not just something to "get over"
like a cold or simple flu
this emotional roller coaster of HELL
is just something I must go through.
Nobody can truly understand
what I feel inside.
How all I want to do
is stay in bed and hide.
Everyone's pain is different,
nobody's is the same.
This dreadful, dreadful emptiness
leaves me feeling insane.
My heart is broken
It will never mend.
I still haven't seen this light
that's supposedly around the bend.
I should now have been
a fat and happy 31 weeks.
but 15 weeks ago you were lost
and the emptiness leaves me week
Should Have Been 31 Weeks Today by Sue Morton @FamilyFriendPoems
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