Like Glass

My heart is breaking like glass
my womb is broken
my tears cover my pillow
I don’t feel whole
I am not a woman
my body is against me
I want tiny fingers
and little snores
I want it all
and so much more

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Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Creative Writing, Depression, Infertility, Love, Mania, Mental Health, Parenting, PCOS, Poetry, Pregnancy, PTSD, Self Esteem, Writing

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