Spicy Rasam

Not a cooking or food blog! I just share what's cooking in my mind.

not pregnant

I long to choose..

Choose to be..

Choose to feel..

I was born with the gift to produce life…

I feel torn that I can’t produce life…

 

I long to choose…

Choose to be…

Choose to feel…

Am I wrong to choose?

Am I wronged? By whom?

 

My brain is thronged with thoughts.

My misery, prolonged and prolonged…

 

I’d love to live..

To live and be..

To love this world..

To love him and her…

 

But,

I was born with the gift to produce life…

I feel torn that I can’t produce life…

This bubble of pain..

There is no drain…

I am looked upon with disdain

Why? What do they gain?

Gain from my misery?

My misery, prolonged and prolonged…

 

I was born with the gift to produce life…

I feel torn that I can’t produce life…

But I choose to choose..

Choose to be happy..

Choose to be content..

I choose my sanity…

 

I am a life too…

Someone produced me!

So, I choose…

I choose to live and love…

Let it happen…

Happen when it happens…

Let me live… just… live…

 

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