A poem of early miscarriage, dedicated to the women who are experiencing this.
That sight of a positive pregnancy test made my hands tremble,
I did not know again that it would all crumble,
The joy turned into a broken heart,
I didn’t know we would always be apart.
I did everything right,
But I quickly knew what was in sight,
Filled with sadness again,
All I could see was a thunderstorm and rain.
Praying for my rainbow baby,
You will come to me maybe.
As I tell my body again not to let me down,
I can’t help but still frown.
You can try again they say,
If only it was that way,
I feel numb at the sight of positive pregnant test,
As I know what has happened to all the rest.
Going forward and pressing rewind,
It’s so cruel and horribly unkind,
As I breakdown and cry,
I look to the sky,
And I say a little prayer,
As I shed a tear.
Please I pray this time fill my womb,
Not just with gloom,
But with a happy healthy baby of mine,
Delivered to me in months hopefully nine.
As I gain some strength for hope,
I know this is a slippery slope,
Let’s go forwards,
And not again backwards.
For now there’s always a maybe,
That I will get my rainbow baby.
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