Love and Loss: Stillbirth
Today's Post is a poem taken from my book It's Not Poetry: The Innermost Thoughts of a Stressed-Out Housewife. This poem is about Stillbirth, a tragic event that expresses when a child passes away before birth.
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Hollow and dark
Feeling of dread and despair
Not even the most intelligent could comprehend
Shaken and scared
Although on the outside you look put together
Showing your broken pieces would create doubt on your abilities
Relieved and afraid
The nightmares are finally over
Wondering how you will now live with the result
A new dawn approaches
That of which they call rainbow
A smile like gold
Pain seems to meld away like ice in a glass
Scar never fades
Still showing the history
But signs there are lights through the darkness
Remind you not all is lost.
Originally Published in It's Not Poetry: The Innermost Thoughts of a Stressed-out Housewife on Amazon in February 2022.