During the class, the following poem was submitted for review in week 6 and revised for the manuscript.

Selfish Situation

Sleepily creeping past their dogs stretched out on the floor,

She snuck into their salmon shaded restroom; no one alerted.

She snapped up the light switch, still scared of exposure.

Shutting the door and then sidling up to a freshly shined toilet,

She squatted into a scrunched, semi-seated position.

Once stable, she began with stumbling fingers that shifted

The white, plastic stick into her stream.

Standing at the restroom sink, stressed and staring

At a spot, she waited for some change, some shift

In coloration, a substantial sign to sway or stay her future.

She watched time ticking slowly as she struggled to pass

These seconds into minutes. Sighing to herself, she screamed

On the inside. Is someone growing?

Soon enough she’d know, she supposed.

A soft snore escaped from her snoozing spouse.

His sounds and smells settled over her as she spied

Out to his shape sprawled in their shared bed.

She felt super shady keeping this secret from him,

But she still remembered his not-so-subtle statements

Supporting that childfree was best for their situation,

Which she felt stymied her own sentiments on the issue.

Success seeped into their professional lives, so security

And safety spread soothingly. But she’d been careless

By stopping the settled upon safeguards utilized during sex.

Now, side-by-side parallel lines show proof of her gravid state.

Though he’d stifled her words, she knew her actions wrong.

Surprising him with someone unsolicited sprang to life

The guiltiest of feelings to which she now had to confess.

She silently slipped back into her spot beside her sleeping husband.

She watched his sedated form and stroked his arm slightly, just

To sense its warmth. Becoming susceptible to swirling sentiments,

She felt nervous, surprised, and somewhat satisfied. Tomorrow

Switched into today, and a sincere session must start shortly.

Would her sweetheart’s love shine strong enough to forgive?

Soon enough she’d know, she supposed.