By Rachel McBride
My heart flutters like a fish out of water,
trying to assimilate
to newfound air.
I wait for the faint plus sign to lift me up
and scream,
Congratulations!
But.
The accolade never comes.
I am only pregnant with the mourning
of something I never had,
and I am still trying to assimilate,
with no water to help me float--
or cross to save me.