The Moment

Sick to your stomach
Waiting for the morning
Hiding the box
And that protruding stomach.
They said it was best in the morning
And though you want accuracy
It is terrifying to wait.
It has been a few months
and you are worried.
Things are changing
and you get worried.
Begging to God that you should not fear
Deep inside you are found in hopeless apparitions
Praying that if this or if that that it will all work out.
Longest time just waiting there
The next morning is the best and worst
You finally get to know
But it may be the result you were worried about.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741