Reflecting on grief and death of a child. Societal pressures to pretend every thing’s okay. Sometimes things just aren’t.
I say I’m fine, with a smile on my face.
I wonder if I’ll ever get out of this place.
I feel like I’m stuck here, grief weighing down on me.
I wonder if I’ll have another, if it’s meant to be.
I keep saying everything’s okay…
I wonder if it will be one day.
I wish I could have held that baby boy in my arms.
I would have kept him safe from all harm.
Why did he have to die?
Whenever someone asks me how I am
I have to lie
and say I’m good.
Sometimes I wonder if I should.
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