Blessed with the gift of motherhood when many are robbed
Yet cursed with the inability to care for these gifted children
Huddled in a heap upon the floor, fighting back tears as high pitched giggles place sticky hands, struggling to lift mommy’s spirits
Days spent living in a near panic state of constant fear:
Will pain steal the breath from my lungs?
A sudden flare leaving you looking pregnant, despite years of infertility
Partners wading through rivers of your tears
To hold you through your
despair
Lying in crimson pools,
Is life worth living?
Will the pain ever cease?
But you look fine
You are smiling, so your pain isn’t too bad
It’s just a bad period
Suck it up
Invisible illness forces you to justify
Put on a brave face
Spend nights sobbing until you’re dry
Only to face society looking the way they want
Robbed of life
…robbed of carefree days
Replaced with countless hospital stays
Called drug seekers
Accused of low pain tolerance
It’s all in your head
Stop being so sensitive
The wind has shifted and tides are rising
Women are fighting back, riding a wave of fury and pain
Demanding better treatment
Lists of experts swirl through the socials
Women won’t settle for less
Our pain is real
Our pain is valid
And we want to be heard
We are warriors
We survive the grind and come out polished like diamonds
We can do what others only dream of
And we do it in pain.
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