Fighting for you

I wrote this poem in late July 2017, about 13 weeks pregnant and in the worst of my battle with hyperemesis gravidarum.  It now has an entirely new (and cruel) meaning to me.


i will love you when
my teeth chatter and chip and break
when my eyes cannot hold themselves up
as soft spots of hope harden into fate
and leave me cold

i will love you through
the parts of my life i cannot understand
as the whys never get their answers
and the hows give up too soon

i will love you with
my fists open and my fingernails falling off and arms out-turned
begging for relief in any form
with my hair matted against my face
and my head too heavy for my neck

i will love you
as my body melts and my throat burns
as pieces of me disappear
and sink into the cracks on the hardwood floor

i will love you more
tomorrow than today
as the battlefield spreads across state lines
And more bullets bury themselves
In the stomachs of fighters that now call them prisoners

and when i hold your tiny body
Against my chest in the months to come
this will not have even happened
i will not remember this place or this pain
the time will transform into a paperback book
i shove under the bed and forget

and i will simply love you
Like mothers love their daughters
With no memory of the past
And all the rhyme and reason
Of the ocean floor from a million years ago

and that will be the start of our story.

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