slippedhalo
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Could I add one not at all about sex?
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Could I add one not at all about sex?
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OOC: (Written the day after coming home from finding out I had a miscarriage before we had my son)
Ache A.M. B-V
To have never have had it,
or to have had it just for a moment, just long enough to imagine your future affected by it,
to announce it happily to everybody you know...
...and then have it torn away?
...One moment...
I was blissfully joyful, content mother to be, looking up at the screen with the expectation of
seeing a tiny little lifeform with a heartbeat and to fall in love...
...the next moment I was just me as I always had been
only forever changed by that hollow moment -staring up at an empty womb on the screen, empty of all but a suspicious looking cyst.
I feel fine, healthy, hopeful... empty, lost...
My baby is gone.
I know somehow I will have kids.
But, this one
is gone.
I have accepted that...I think.
I tell everyone I'm ok.
I want them to think so, their worried expressions make me feel worse.
So, is it worse to have felt love toward a child
with no future
or
to have never been able to have a child at all?
What's worse?
I don't know.
I know one possibility,
I pray I won't have to know the other.
I want so much to be a mother.
I hope the next time life offers me
a gift,
she won't take it back again.
My heart can't take that.
it was a jest to Halo, not appropriate for the poem which she submitted. Hers was moving and serious, and no place for frivolity...
Tio ??????
"inappropriate under reconsideration.... "
Now you really HAVE got my mind working overtime ...just how innappropriate me wonders?♠
Every night I have the chance,
To gaze above at Luna’s Dance.
As from horizon to horizon she gaily trips,
As each dark veil she slowly strips.
Against a curtain of darkest night,
The spray of stars shine so bright.
And then she stands, both bright and bold,
Her loving tale by dance is told.
Entranced, I can not make myself depart
As once more, her dance does start
She returns her veils with grace galore
And readies herself to dance once more.
C.J.G. (marauder13)