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.