Waves
I spend my days
Feeling like I’m at the beach.
Sitting in the sand,
The waves come and go, rushing over me.
The evening comes,
The tide is high.
The sadness hits,
All over again.
I remember that I am a mother.
It’s hard to think about
Because my baby isn’t with me.
But I am a mother.
I never thought it would happen that easily.
We weren’t expecting it,
But oh God were we excited.
It was that immediate love
That people talk about.
By the end of the week,
We found out it was gone.
The waves rush over,
And over again.
Some days I’m fine, hopeful for the future.
Other days, I’m drowning in the tide.
The water suffocates me like my broken womb.
The water rushes over,
And over again.
Waves -s.k.c.
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A miscarriage is one of those things that so hard to talk about. It’s painful physically and emotionally. It feels like your body failed, and you feel lost. It’s something we aren’t openly talking about because how do you say it to someone without getting their pity in return?