you got a fast car, but is it fast enough so you can fly away?

I felt my heart crush for the pain you are suffering - felt the sting in my uterus for the emptiness you feel. I remember it so clearly, and the feeling of failure that followed me everywhere I went. I want to take it from you, capture your pain and your hurt and let you feel free again. I want to switch places, take on your suffering and have your womb be full like mine. I want to hug you for hours, and let you cry - breathe it out. I am so scared for you, so alone for you - and it doesn't help at all. You have to suffer, you have to carry the weight and feel what your feeling. It was supposed to happen this way, I feel that somewhere deep - it happened for a reason greater than I can explain to you in words. I know this will make you stronger, not knock you down or defeat you. I know that you will move on with grace, as you do with everything that comes your way. You are a force - an incredible women who has astounded me with strength and courage at every turn. I find a comfort in knowing that you will keep moving, and I hope you know that I am behind you every step of the way. It tears you away from who you are temporarily - but you will find your stride again soon. It left me feeling guilty - who am I to carry child, when someone who wants it so badly lost it's way? Not to say I don't want this, but I know how much you do - how much you yearn for that step in your life. I feel a sense of anger... why did it happen to you, and not to me? Why do I get to carry on and bask in all that it is - while you sit and bleed and cry? It doesn't seem fair, doesn't feel right. But who am I? I don't get to decide these kinds of things - it all happens for a reason. Bad things happen, to make room for the good things to come.