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  Nov 2018 Butterfly
Ashly Kocher
As I read a Facebook post
I immediately get angered...
Someone had announced they were expecting their 4th child, they found out with a girl...
They went for another ultrasound and to their surprise it wasn’t a girl after all
It was a boy (“it” was hiding)

They posted a status saying “feeling emotional”
“Felling depressed “
I thought to myself “why?” Your having a healthy baby...
I continued to read and it says..
“ We are depressed because we wanted a baby girl, please pray for us during this difficult time and we now adjust to having another boy”
I was confused because your blessed to have another child as so many (like myself) aren’t blessed to have children...
I understand you were happy when you were told it was a girl, but to post your upset and please pray for us?
I don’t understand that part....
Many people around the world would be overjoyed to have a child and your depressed over this....
So sad, especially when you write this on a social media site for all to see...
I pray that you love this healthy child and come to realize how blessed you are to have baby #4......
Rant over.... sorry I just don’t understand people sometimes...
Butterfly Nov 2018
I've been hurt,
And i have hurt.

I've been loved,
And I have loved.

I've lost love,
And I withdrew my love.

I've been forgiven
And I try hard to forgive.

In the end,
What goes around comes back around.
Butterfly Nov 2018
I write because I'm full to the brim,
With hot scorching emotions,
Unshed tears and
Unexpressed thoughts and ideas.


I write because I'm shaking with rage, unrequited love, guilt and regrets.


I write because
when all else fail to suppress these bubbling emotions,
Poetry is the silent scream that allows me to feel heard.
The words are lodged in my throat, making me dumb.
I can't speak but I can write.

[Figuratively]
Butterfly Nov 2018
Hollow.
That's how I'm feeling.
Something's missing.

You took apart of me when you left.
And i let you.
I didn't put up a fight,
Because deep down i knew i help push you away.

I let you walk away when you said,
"I'm done."
I accepted death,
Because those two words were like daggers to my heart.
The pain of all my other wounds paled.
All i could see was you walking away with my life.

I let you leave with my soul.
I accepted my fate,
Because it was all my fault.
I hurt you, and that only hurts me more.
Butterfly Nov 2018
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I wasn't a genuine friend.
I'm sorry for always being a problem.
I'm sorry for not meeting yout expectations.
I'm sorry for never learning.
I'm sorry for causing you pain.
I'm sorry for making you feel less than you are.
I'm sorry for being selfish.
I'm sorry for coming into your life in the first place.
I'm sorry for existing.

I was supposed to be your everything.
I'm sorry I couldn't be.
Butterfly Nov 2018
I have nothing to say.
Yet, there are thoughts,
that haphazardly float around in my brain,
Randomly colliding with bits and pieces of sense and meaning...

This is logic...,
"This is mania...,
What am I thinking!?"


Other times my mind is a vaccum.

Nothing...,

Nothing...,

"Please pick up."
.......
.......

"Please, please pick up."
........
........

"SAY SOMETHING!!!"

But it doesn't.
Atleast not yet.
Not when I want it too.

So I go about my business.
I do what i have to,
I smile, and I speak little.
They think I'm quiet but,
It's just that,
I have nothing to say.
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