I’ve been laying here….laying here for hours trying to find sleep, but I can’t find him anywhere. He’s playing a game of hide and seek, and clearly I’m the loser. I’m lying on my back and I can feel the fibroid protruding from the top of my stomach, warm tears roll backwards falling on the pillows, I’m broken. Who is going to want me now? I’m half of a woman, broken still trying to come to terms that I probably won’t ever carry my children in my womb, and the only true love I’ve ever known just walked out on me leaving me with these shattered pieces. I try to pick them up but with every touch they disintegrate in the palm of my hand.
Broken
Broken