her pain

I tried not to cry in front of her.
But now she can't see and tears fall randomly, freely.
They mix with the spray of the shower.
They fall in slow motion to my yoga mat.
They drip onto the table when I eat.
They soak my pillow.

She should never have to feel pain like this.
No one should.

I want to scream. Hit something.
Because it is just so sad.
And there is nothing else to be done.

But this is not my story. It is hers.
Her pain. Her baby boy.
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Since it is not my story but the only thing on my mind, I won't be writing here for a while.