I Could Cry
I could weep for a thousand years tonight, an ocean of sorrow. I could cry until there was nothing left of my body, it would just dehydrate, crumble and die.
I so wish I could breastfeed. It seems such a simple wish. I wasn’t asking for much, just for the simple, natural, nurturing, loving, beautiful act of breastfeeding. I feel robbed. Who can I blame? Who stole the experience from me? What did I do to be denied it? Why do others get to breastfeed baby after baby and I got nothing. It’s making me bitter. At times I resent breast feeders. How dare you flaunt pictures of your darling breastfeeding babe. Can’t you see I’m broken? I’m becoming an awful, awful person.
Please Lord, take this grief away.