My heart cries

My heart cries,

Yet why does my heart cry?

I dream of being a Mother,

But what I dream is nowhere to be seen,

So my world continues to crumble.

Many women dream the same,

But many hearts are filled with sorrow.

One, Five, twenty?

We all lose count.

Of all the times we thought,

Could I be, this time?

Each test that was taken

My heart was silently broken.

I begin to go numb,

I lose all hope of, maybe?

Then when I begin to expect

its the usual negative.

I see the women around me,

With joys of their beautiful gift.

I’m crying on the inside

AS I fake a smile out.

My eyes began to tear up,

I look away in shame.

Not wanting to be found out,

That my heart is hurting.

Why you and not me?

What can the difference be?

Am I not worthy?

As doubts continue to go through my mind,

I think of all the possibilities of why?

I’m not good enough.

I’m not strong enough.

Or even, I won’t be a good mother.

I try to think my time will come,

And hope for the best.

Even though I am doing better

My heart break, is still as strong as ever.

More and more pictures of babies,

I think Aww cute then my heart begins to ache.

Thinking of my empty arms,

Will my time ever come?

For all the women out there feeling the same,

Just know you’re not alone!

H