(29 September 1970 / South Africa)

Miscarriage

A door that closed in front of me,
the dark wood bidding me to stay…
harsh words that slammed into
my face,
my stomach -
causing the life inside me
to end,
leaving footprints of blood
and shards of my soul
trailing
behind me
like echo’s from the past….

Had the life grown inside me,
I would have given it to you
gladly
for I have been blessed twice since
and you not once…
sadly

by YURI DURAAN

Comments (1)

emotion and discourse well written