Miscarriage
is such an ugly word.
It's bloody
gory
heart tearing.
People think they can
understand
sympathise
relate on some level.
That's what I thought-
but you simply
CAN'T.
The depth of emotion for such
a blatant mi
ra
cle is stronger
than you could
imagine.
And then it's
taken
away.
Against a door
on your knees
doubled over
throat hoarse
eyes swollen
tear tracks
skin under nails
scratches down face.
YOU ARE READING
Between My Lines
PoetryJust a collection of poems that portray to events in my life. I thought I might give people a chance to maybe understand me.
