Old skin, thin light. Years add only fear. Anxiety's cold grip Grows with each new dawn. A tightening dread.
Others feel pure joy. Small hands, endless love. Why not me, childless? Why this strange relief? A hollow, vast peace.
The thought, a black pit. Womb, a coiling dread. That violent entrance. Birth, a tearing scream. A nightmare made real.
Surrogate, my plea. A dream of new life. Not born of my flesh. He says, "No, not that." His gaze turns so cold.
This dread, it clings tight. Doom's cold hand holds me. Panic takes my breath. My mind, a wild storm. Screaming, deep inside.
No adoption plan. No path but one way. He wants my body. To bear his own child. My soul just screams "No!" A breaking, loud cry. Please, make it all stop.
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Author:
haleyalexis (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2025 21:48
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Two desires one choice, follow your own path to take another's leads to sadness for all. Here what is called love is merely selling oneself to another's desires to buy time on the calendar of being valued. A poem of high emotion
I get the sense of real fear becoming a mother physically themselves and would prefer other options, but the partner thinks there is only one way, very emotional write, nicely expressed and written
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