I didn't think this should be on my inspiring board, as it's more of a why me poem.... but definitely thought it was worth sharing. Chat Icon (ETA: I added her other poem also b/c I thought they were both great).


I wrote a couple of poems last night, thinking of myself in this infertility
journey and of the many many others who are walking this road with me.
It is hard, and the only way that I find to express myself clearly
is through my poetry. So I hope that you will like to read what I have
written for it is from my heart. These are dedicated to you, if you are
dealing with the many complex issues that surround infertility.
God Bless and fill your arms soon!
Love Stephanie


God answers so many of my little prayers,
so why not the big ones too?
I just can't understand it
Why does He do the things he decides to do?
My deepest desire lies unfullfilled
I feel so hopeless inside
I know I should be thankful
and not so full of pride.
I ask God every day
for this or that, you know, little things.
And when He answers so clearly
my heart just really sings.
But in those deep, pondering moments
When I ask for the desire of my heart,
I get no clear answer
and then my tears start,
Oh God, I want a baby
to hold and kiss and love
I know that You alone can give me
that blessing from above.
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting
and my patience grows to despair.
Oh why can't I have a baby?
For nothing else I truely care.
I know You haven't forgotten me
for better things to do
because You answer all my little prayers,
I just wish You'd fulfill my big one, too.

By Stephanie Marottek


When do I stop?
When do I realize it's enough?
Why does it have to be me
who has it so tough?
There are many out there
who are evil and perverse.
Yet do You burden them
with an infertility curse?
A 16 year old delivers
a healthy baby boy
then throws him in the garbage
like some old broken toy.
A drug addict
has 3 beautiful little ones
and beats them black and blue
for nothing they have done.
A worn-out woman
with already more than she can bear
sighs dissapointedly
when she sees two lines are there.
God give me one, just one
to cherish all my days
And I promise that to You I'll give
all glory, credit and praise.
Make it stop
this intense longing and fear.
Please give me a child
that I can hold near!

By Stephanie Marottek