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There's something that I want but
am too afraid to obtain. Terrified of the life that would grow inside me. Unsure of how to handle a wish, that once granted can never be undone. How would I care for such a tiny creature, so dependent on me for its very survival? When, at times, I can barely care for myself? Although it seems a dream, sometime it will be a reality. Just not tomorrow.
© 2012 Heather BereskinAuthor's Note
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Added on May 23, 2012 Last Updated on May 23, 2012 Tags: poem, poetry, motherhood, longing AuthorHeather BereskinBloomington, INAboutI'm a 25 year old budding writer with a degree in English and Comparative Literature from the University of Cincinnati living in Bloomington, Indiana. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Things.. more..Writing
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