Don't Give Up

*Note:  This comment was made by a person who meant it in a completely loving way and I hold no ill-will against them at all.  This post has the slightest bit of adult content for my younger readers, so please consider that before continuing. *

"Don't give up," a woman told me today.

Worried, I guess, that I might stop trying.

That somehow I was settling for second best.

She was right, in a way-- I'm not trying anymore.

But she was wrong to think it sad.

I don't think she realized-- I didn't give up anything.

If  I had to say it, I only gave up one thing--the worst part of my life.

I gave up monthly devastation and regimented sex.

I gave up  tests and obsession and losing hope.

I didn't give up, I gave in to what I was meant to do.

I didn't give up, I opened up to new possibilities.

I didn't give up, I can only gain from here.

I didn't give up anything, I just gave my heart away.

I fell in love with a child who is yet to be born.

I gained the never ending hope that I'll be a mother someday.

I didn't give up anything, I gained God's overwhelming peace.

I gained hope, love, peace and joy.

And someday, we'll gain a child.

I didn't give up.