HGA Poem by RBrmdzHyperemesis GravidarumThe sweat drips down my face Mixing with the vomit and tears The white porcelain is cold and dirty The burning in my chest hurts less Than the burn in my eyes from lack of sleep Its 4am Everyone locks their bedroom doors Trying to shut out the sound of my retching Im shaking with effort pushing myself of the floor The sweat is ice cold but im trembling from the sobs I drag myself to bed a wet sticky mess I pray and doze off I wake to gagging again Its 630am Im alone in my pain and my thoughts bubbling movement in my belly make me wonder what the baby will look like And i cry into my dirty porcelain pillow I wake at 810am The toilet seat stuck to my cheek I cough and it begins too exhausted to fight I lay on the shower floor imagining what its like for others I hope too many don't suffer the same black spots blur my vision losing the ability to move my limbs Its time for another er visit © 2018 RBrmdzAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 7, 2016 Last Updated on August 16, 2018 Tags: Hyperemesis, sickness, pregnancy, gravidarum Author |