With
Emotions
Getting in the way
Of powerful reason
Losses
Eclipsing the mind
Of clear thoughts
Imaginations
Winging across the world
Of doubts -
I touched my womb
Hesitantly
asking myself,
''will it be a place of
new life again?''
My thinking scattered
Hands shivered and
Stained with the blood
Of first LOSS
The pain is fresh
My heart is still an
Open flesh wound
bleeds emotions.
Venting out my deep sorrow
I hope for a good morrow.
Author notes
'dedicated to my lost son' (who I miscarried when I was 25 weeks along)
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Comments
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very touching, you will have a sweet child in your arms. You forget past, kissing childs cheeks. It happens sooner, dear Kiddy
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wow this is good. I like the way you used just one word as the opening of each stanza. Nice. Also, most people went with the picture as a ghost... you however did not. Took it an entirely different direction.
I am very sorry for your loss but you wrote an excellent poem to him. Good job.
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