Infertility - an Acrostic Poem

L. Galatea
I'm so sorry, though it's clearly
Not my fault. Not your fault.
Fault lies in both and none. We are broken.
Everything stops. Everything waits.
Right now, we hold our breath
Taking temps, taking pills, injections,
I am exhausted by the ache of longing
Longing for the one thing to connect us.
I look into your eyes and see exhaustion
Two week waits, timed coupling, the clock.
Yet we keep trying to solve this enigma.

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L. Galatea is a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom from central Indiana.  View profile

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