"Imagine begging for a baby... It's like begging God to make you woman enough. Despite this fact, I still beg God to make me a woman enough." Me c. December 2020
I see you there, pregnant in the face instead of the belly
Chasing blue skies and rainbows and
Lights hidden in the shadows
Of an empty stomach.
You are hungry but have been eating
And while your brain consumes the thoughts
of cuddles, coos and toys
Those little white soldiers are being rejected.
Winning the battle but losing the war.
The blood crying out to remind you
It will always be a thing to dread.
Yea, the only color on my rainbow is red.
YOU ARE READING
*Poppies and Ash*
PoetryA collection of confessional styled poetry written by the author which initially started as therapy to cope with her social anxiety and depression.
