Incomplete Woman

by Courtney Hough   Apr 6, 2018


I see them,

And my eyes begin to match my heart.

Broken.

My body isn’t capable of that.

I cannot hold and carry a life.

Dear Lord do I want to.

Tests, tests and more tests.

I wait in lounges with proud mothers to be.

Then there’s me.

I’m there to find out what’s wrong.

To find out why I can never be a complete woman.

To find out why God continues to punish me.

Blood work here surgery there.

To all come back inconclusive.

Inconclusive on why I will never be whole.

Never be a woman,

Never be with child,

And never be truly happy.

My God…

Don’t forsaken me yet.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is hard to read Courtney as your pain is so raw and I really feel for you. But I can't not say ... there's more than one way to be a mother and it does not make you incomplete to not carry one yourself. But I'm not in your shoes and can only imagine how devastated you feel. Sending hugs xx
    =^.^=

  • 6 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Courtney, I don't know how far the investigations have gone so far. However, if you are just starting out along this road, there is still hope - there is always hope. I feel your anguish and hear your fear. I hope all works out well for you, there really are many options open to you.

    • 6 years ago

      by Courtney Hough

      sadly have had these problems for about 10 years now:( but thanks so much

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