“You’ll be fine!” – ’tis not what ’tis
“One in five end like this.” – ’tis not what ’tis
“It’s quite normal.” – ’tis not what ’tis
“It wasn’t meant to be.” – ’tis not what ’tis
“’tis what ’tis!” – ’tis not what ’tis
I will be fine – but – it hurts
Four in five don’t end like this – why did mine?
It doesn’t feel normal – what’s normal?
I wanted it to be meant –
’tis not what ’tis!
I’m not a statistic
I’m not just one of those things
I’m not a casualty of fate
I am a woman who carried a child
I am a woman who lost a child
I am a woman who grieves that child
I am a woman who wants a child
’tis not what ’tis