Secret Club
What if I told you I am a part of a secret club, its and exclusive club that requires the greatest of sacrifices. Once you’re in you can never be taken out, you get new sister and brothers in this club with unlimited support.
They will understand you like no one you use to know. Some people discover extra talents while in the club, these new skills and talents can help others, and be used for financial gain. While in this club you become more aware, emotionally connected yet disconnected. You feel everything at once yet nothing at all.
No one will ever look at you the same again, to everyone else you will be the same yet everything about you will be completely different they will not understand the new you, they may not like you, they may desperately desire the old you to come back.
No matter what, you will never be the same. Some may say it’s a good thing you; may feel mixed feelings about the person you will become but overall you will be better yet worse you, will be strong yet weak you will be put together yet torn apart.
Your new life will be a contrast of good yet bad depending on your feelings. Some people will desire to be the new you without having the same sacrifice, the others will despise the new you because they won’t understand how you appear to be so much better. Would you want to be a part of it?
There is a catch.. In order to be a part of this club you must experience the following.
-you must put your child to sleep later to find them breathless
-you must carry a child in your womb for months just to give birth to them lifeless
- You must desire more than anything to have a child but still can’t conceive
-you must be forced to make the unbearable decision to terminate a UN timely pregnancy
-you must say good bye to a child you long for, a child that you felt inside of you, that you dreamed about, held, fed, and loved.
No longer tempting right? These women, and men desire, love, and have to live without the one thing we all have to make us feel complete… a child. Not by choice not by any doing of their own they are forced to live this reality. And although you see them, hear them, talk to them they are not who you see, hear, or talk to. There is deeper pain brewing inside of them that sometimes is to hard of a reality to deal with so we create our own. These people are your mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, employees, employers, cashiers, banker, they are everywhere. They are not branded by anything other than the sadness deep behind their eyes, smiles, laughs, and their everyday activity.