My unborn foetus

Silence overtakes the ravaged womb that once bore a promise of a new life
A seed implanted within the warm walls of life, contained and safe.
But not for long, for it was fate that called it out, prompting death to show her face.
The cycle stops before roots grip tightly, mother earth turns her tear stained face away.
Her daughter cries into darkness, in vain for no one hears her in the cold, unforgiving cave she found herself lost in.

And yet she prays to God releasing her steel will, a useless tool, she holds closely in her life; the life she wills for her and those she loves around her. She wills the seed to stay and grow with love by pledging her soul, her mind and her heart. And while she sits there waiting for the outcome, she hopes, she dreams, she prays, she wills it to survive. And all for nothing, for Mother Nature has sealed the unborn’s fate, drowning her in pools of crimson refuse, unrelenting and determined as She can be.

Her daughter accepts what she can never bring. The crimson river shatters her stained glass heart, drowning hope she held for several weeks. And stunned, she lays in bed wanting to believe she’s full again, only to remember her aching, throbbing womb mourns the emptiness it feels. She curls inside herself, yearning sweet slumber’s rest; maybe to renew herself, maybe only to wake up from some terrible dream she had. Yet all she feels, with every waking moment, is the same numbingly raw, barren pain, deep, down inside her… God heal her wounds and make her whole again.