Silence

Don’t tell me that you understand.

Don’t tell me that you know.

Don’t tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.

Don’t come at me with answers that can only come from me.

Don’t tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.

Accept me in my ups and downs.

I need someone to share.

Just hold my hand and let me cry,

And say, “My friend, I care”.

Me almost 7 weeks pregnant. Before the bleeding. RIP “ABS”. Someday I will understand.