Willfully Hopeful

Believing that my unborn baby is in Heaven.
Believing that there was a baby forming in that sac when it left my body.
Lifting up little one-sided conversations.
Holding onto the idea that they had a soul even at those early weeks.
If all of this is only a coping mechanism and imaginary…

I could call myself ‘willfully crazy’, but I think ‘willfully hopeful’ is more fitting.