I am member of the most exclusive club. It is extremely expensive because it costs all your hopes and dreams. It is a club of women and men who wished and prayed and almost had their dreams come true, only to change at the last moment. A club of silent tears and false smiles and a disconnection from the rest of the world. A club no one wants to join, but are forced to join without really ever knowing this club existed. It is a club where once you join you take the hands of the ones who have joined before you, and you bow your head and cry for them, and they in turn cry for you. Because you now know their pain, and their suffering. You now know their nightmares and their sadness.
No one ever wants to join, and the members pray no one will ever join again, and every day they do. This club has existed for as long as their has been birth, but mostly it is never spoken of. Outsiders can't truly know, because they can't imagine. There is no way to really empathize with the members, because you can't know until you know, and once you know, you become one of us. I want out of this club, but as they say, you can check out anytime you want, but you can't ever leave.
So here we stand, together, a group of parents stronger than the world ever knew, watching the skies, for rainbows and butterflies...hoping one day to hold angels in our arms again.
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