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Poetry

Shake it Off: A poem

Shake it off. 

Pull it together. 

The kids are coming in soon.

You have to be strong so you can support them.

It didn’t stick. 

Last time you made it to 7 weeks, this time only to 5. 

Shake it off.

Pull it together. 

The kids are coming in soon. 

You have to be strong so you can support them.

It’s interesting being a teacher when you are going through infertility.

Surrounded by the one thing in your life you can’t seem to grasp.

Shake it off.

Pull it together. 

The kids are coming in soon. 

You have to be strong so you can support them.

“I have a headache” or “I’m not feeling well”

Reasons you tell them why you are so down today, not as bubbly as usual.

Shake it off.

Pull it together. 

The kids are coming in soon. 

You have to be strong so you can support them.

You want to stay home and grieve.

But you have 30 kids who are waiting for your love, care and help at school.

Shake it off.

Pull it together. 

The kids are coming in soon. 

You have to be strong so you can support them.

How long can I keep telling myself it will be fine, before I accidentally break in front of them?

So, I just keep telling myself:

Shake it off.

Pull it together. 

The kids are coming in soon. 

You have to be strong so you can support them.

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by lhuenemann

I'm a teacher, wife and cat-mom. I write to process my feelings and emotions on the subjects of infertility and anxiety, and how those two things often can cross.

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