My heart lies bleeding
in my chest...
My Womb lies barren under
my heart...
There is an aching in my
breast,
And my mind is slowly falling
apart.
The child that was promised
me,
has left before her birth.
And I wonder how I can exist
to be
when with her died all my
worth.
So when I gaze with fear
on this beautiful child
of yours...
do not be offended when
I tear
for I am fighting my own
private wars.
Wars that you know nothing
of
for your life is perfect,
my dear.....
full of hope and joy and
love,
while mine is desolate and
drear.
I lie bleeding in my heart
all day
my thoughts swirl with pain
and you just go on your
merry way
while my life is full of
rain.
My heart lies bleeding
in my chest...
My Womb lies barren under
my heart...
There is an aching in my
breast,
And my mind is slowly falling
apart.
Private
Pity Party
I feel so sad for me
I feel so sad for her
I want to crawl into my
hole
and just cry all day long
I want the darkness to enwrap
me
the pain to swirl through
me untethered
the hopelessness to dwell
unbothered.....
I want to feel the dark
thoughts
that threaten to prevail.....
I want to embrace the deadly
forces
that try to crush my existance.....
But no one will let me....
I must wear my mask of happiness
and pretend.
And act like I never lost
a baby at all.
I fight with these emotions
every day.
About
the Author
Stephanie is a prolific
poet -- as well as poetry
pirate and gardening guru!
For more about Stephanie,
please see www.geocities.com/amandajoymarottek
