I held it together until Christmas Eve
At a children's mass. The song was
Away in the Manger and I couldn't bear
Singing about putting newborns in cribs.
If everything was fine, then I should be six,
almost seven months pregnant, except
Everything wasn't fine and I remember
wondering why God could be so cruel
to abandon me, only to for me to go to
Church and meet Him singing songs about cribs
And newborns and everything else that hurt
When I felt like I had nothing left and was just
A hollowed shell person.
I didn't know then that there was a little secret
Growing inside of me, even as I wept.
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