Once Apon a time...
I was so scared to fight back with you to simply make reason of our issues. I was afraid that you would walk away, so my tongue grew quiet and I replaced my voice that once was there with food to fill the void. My spirit became weak as you grew cold.... You left me anyway and still till this day I wake at night with tears in my eye. I still want to know why? The only conclusion I came up with was the weight gain.  I still remember those words you once said... you told me that “I get Pregnant too much” as if I was trying to trap you or that I wanted another child by you after enduring those many walks of shame for months! I’m so mad at myself for allowing you to misplace my heart like you did. I’m still searching for the pieces.

                            

*Post-Partum Blues