miscarriage

You have been crying floods of tears
Days seem to make no difference
You keep wondering
Why herWhy them
And not me
Words of comfort are yet meaningless
Your eyes blinded by ceaseless tear drops
You clutch your belly tight
Wondering how could it be
Why did it become
When will it heal
You beat at your chest
In great sorrow
Why not her
Why not them
Why me
You have been curling in your bed
Knees to your chest
Hands around your ankles
Head bowed on your shoulder
How does the world become cruel without mercy
Rainbows in the desert
Draught in the forests
Too afraid to even pray
Grieve and then know
Your womb is fractured
Yet it will heal again
You will carry a child again
You will have your rainbow
Your womb will no longer be empty


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