Please.

I hurt inside my soul in a way I can't touch, see or explain. I am wounded. Broken. Shattered.

Like an injured dog, I struggle not to bite the hands and hearts trying to comfort and heal me, yet my pain is so great I lash out- with no alleviation of my own pain, but rather, deeper discomfort from the pain I cause.

Inside my head the simple word "please" repeats it'self over and over. Please don't let this be real. Please don't let this hurt so much. Please let me find my way through this. Please. Please. Please. PleasePLEASE let me have my child back.

I have learned "please" is not the magic word. There is no magic word. Yet I beg the universe to make it so. please.