Missed Miscarriage

Can this be real?
The baby inside me no longer alive?
Where do I go? What do I do?
How do I carry on?
Jesus, carry me.
My heart aches, and my body doesn’t know
The pain yet to come.
My eyes burn with grief.
Will I wake up and find
This has all been a dream?
A terrible nightmare?
No. The signs all indicate it’s true.
My baby’s life has ended
Before it ever breathed life.
So short.
So loved.
My baby was deeply loved
Its entire life of just a few months.
We dreamed, we planned, we celebrated and
But death has stolen our joy.
Turned laughter to tears,
Joy to bitterness.
The taste of death.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem