A Spoonie's Thoughts on Mother's Day


A new thought crossed⁣

my mind. ⁣

It was never there before. ⁣

Where it came from⁣

I don’t know. ⁣

What it means for me⁣

I don’t know. ⁣

“Will I ever be a mother?”⁣

I did not want this question. ⁣

“Will I ever have my own Mother’s Day?”⁣

I did not want this question either. ⁣

Because I don’t know⁣

if this body will ever be able⁣

to grow a child⁣

without it breaking me. ⁣

I don’t know if this body will⁣

ever be able to raise a child⁣

in a way that is best for that child⁣

...without it breaking me. ⁣

I just don’t know. ⁣

There are no answers here. ⁣

No one alive can know the answer. ⁣

For this game of chronic disease⁣

is a fucking game of⁣

Wait and See.