Tears streaming down my face,
A knot in my stomach
That will not go away
My throat is tight
I just cant put a name to the feeling in my soul
To the confusion thatís there
Angry one minute
Crying the next
Where is the strong person I used to be?
It faded away like drift wood in the sea
I cant talk to you
Every thing you say
Is pacifying lies
They disappear from existence
As quickly as they leave your lips
Iím tired of sacrificing
Of being the one to let go
Its time for me to get a life
A dream of my own.
I have been through five pregnancies with my wife. Each were differnet but the mood swings were the same. I can't tell you how it feels but I can sympathize with you about it. Here I am 25 yrs later still married to the same beautiful woman with no regrets.
Besides, I always thought she was beautiful when she was pregnant.
I do like the poem for its honest feelings during a time when most women feel they look their worst. When moods have no meaning because they are what they are.
Hell, I even craved for my wife during the last one. Go figure on that one.