I’m waiting on a thin line
for an outcome I secretly dreamed;
perhaps this is the time
it finally happens to me?
But as I sit and stare ahead
at a patterned grey-washed wall,
I remember all the times I’ve bled
from begging, pleading this lonely call.
Once positive that this test
was surely different-
NO, unlike the rest-
to be, it’s finally meant…
But, as the seconds drag along,
I feel it from within;
outlandish wishes don’t belong
in a body so barren-
Oh look, it says not pregnant!
Parker Stillwater 