Wasn’t Meant To Be
Labour and birth.
It was meant to be physically hard.
Not emotionally agonising.
But it was.
She had already died.
It wasn’t meant to be so difficult.
The year after birth.
It was meant to be dirty nappies;
Sleepless nights comforting a crying child.
But instead it was my tears that kept me awake.
It was me who needed to be comforted.
It wasn’t meant to be so scary.
And yet, it was terrifying.
The fear was crippling,
Only to loosen its grip when he was born.
My life is full of, “Wasn’t meant to be,”
But don’t you dare tell me that her life wasn’t meant to be.
Don’t. You. Dare!
A lack of breath does not equal a lack of purpose!
She was always meant to be.