![]() Blighted OvumA Poem by Amy Whetzell![]() I wrote this 1 month or so after my miscarriage![]() I was pregnant and now I'm not, Just now getting over the initial shock. Now the time for mourning has come, A circumstance I never thought I would succumb.
The pain my body has gone through thus far Is no comparison to the annihilation of my heart. This affliction is so vast I'm scared of the end result when its unleashed at last.
I try my very best to put on a smile but my kids are so smart, they've known for a while. They know when something's not right with me Their strength in this awful time amazes me.
I feel torn apart and empty inside, No longer interested in life. I cant reassure him either I cant react when he says lets take a breather.
He says he's in pain too But says "I know I cannot compare with you" Some say its a blessing in disguise or God needed his soldier in the fight up high.
All I know now is I dont know which way is up, what to do or where to go. My heart is broken and I'm so sad My baby is gone and he/she's not coming back. © 2011 Amy WhetzellAuthor's Note
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