When I think there are no more tears; I find them.
I’m in a pit of despair and I cannot find reason to crawl out.
I wish there was no air to breath.
I feel the heavy weight of grief upon on my chest-pressing down on me. It’s nearly impossible for me to inhale.
I want sleep to come-to somehow escape the pain.
But sleep evades me.
My arms scream for a baby I cannot hold!
My womb is as empty as my heart.
I don’t know how to endure.
I don’t know how to take the next breath…