Coping Pt. I I am begrudgingly the most selfish person I know. I run from my demons in spite of responsibilities held down to my place of birth (without a wider berth, if you will.) praying that no one will sit next to me while I seep sadness and exhume a sense of guilt. I've had and loved and raised two tiny lives for 6 months, not born of my womb but gifted in a turn of kindness, happiness. I've loved It will Be hard to say goodbye But At the promise of my father's improved health I will bite all of my bottom lip until it cracks and bleeds on my teeth, then I will cry, weep. Miss those little bundles of hair that kept me so happy I can barely fathom. That chapter of my grief is over now. I will be alone in my sadness again. All alone. Always.
