Tethered To My Mind

too much

There's a tiny room with a yellow rocking chair,

not sure if anyone's ever sat there.

Beside the chair is an empty cradle,

the sight of it leaves me feeling unstable.

Who could this belong to?

The furniture here is not brand new.

Small clothes thrown about,

it appears someone left in a rout.

Does anybody live here?

Surely someone must be near.

Throughout the house there is chaos,

it is as if someone just suffered a loss.

I go upstairs finding blood on each step,

it leads to where the person must've slept.

Did help ever arrive?

I do hope this person is alive.

How am I here in this terrifying house?

How is there blood all over my own blouse?

My body feels weak, it feels empty,

I think this situation is an emergency.

Could this troubled person be myself?

What exactly is my current health?

Quickly I must find a phone,

I do not wish to die, no, not alone.

I call for help and soon will come an ambulance,

I must rest to give myself a fighting chance.

They arrive and hurriedly tend to my wound,

soon, I awake inside a hospital room.

A doctor comes in and she explains why my mind is hazy,

she tells me, "You're going through trauma because you've miscarried your baby."

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~Brie Angeline