Pressing on,

Three years have passed.

from our IVF loss,

trying to find a new version of me,

like shattered pieces of a glass,

Triggers are still there.

Like a lost glove, they reappear.

But I manage them better,

I continue.

The pen in my hand is to express my inner feelings about this journey, for me.

They will always be a part of me, the necklace I wear, two hearts of mine.

Do I stay or leave to move to another place?

Finally get that dog that I have been thinking of?

Three years on,

from our IVF loss,

creating crafts, creating myself, creating hope,

Creating isn't just about having a baby.

creating what is important for myself, what I hold important,

pressing on,

Hoping that my words touch the hearts of others who can relate,

Is this moving on? No one can say what it is meant to be this moving on.