Really, really beautiful.
An empty vessel;
That’s what I’ve been feeling like since I learnt that I could never have children.
My womb was damaged, they said.
Only, it’s not just my womb. It’s me.
I’m a damaged woman.
I will never be able to do the one thing I grew up looking forward to.
I will never feel the joy of holding my own baby to my chest.
I will never look at anybody and think “I birthed that one”
That joy in calling someone mine and knowing;
That indeed, they are mine.
Growing up as an only child, I always wanted a daughter
I yearned for the days when I’d relieve my youth days to her
And make sure she learnt from my mistakes
Those days will never come now
I don’t need your pity
I’ve had enough of that.
I saw it in the doctor’s eyes as he broke the…
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