Monday, December 31, 2012

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if what had been, hadn't turned into what was
i'd have gained 15 lbs
          instead of lost it

in the evenings instead of doing sit ups
i'd be cradling a squirming belly
                 and eating dark chocolate

my brain is void of forward thinking
and sometimes when i see a newborn i cringe
              or run for the bathroom to cry


I know it was just an early miscarriage
just a blastocyst of cells
          but that doesn't mean a small piece of me didn't die

                   somewhere between a pink line and my body telling lies

5 comments:

Barb said...

Oh - so very sorry that you miscarried, Alexis. Hugs to you dear soul. Take care of yourself. Write out some of your grief. I'll be thinking of you.

Southern Gal said...

I'm so sorry, Alexis. Prayers for you.

Wanda..... said...

So sorry for your loss, Alexis. Wishing you some comfort and peace.

JoAnn Hallum said...

xoxox

Annie said...

This is a beautiful poem, Alexis, and a powerful poem, especially your last lines. I'm so sorry for your loss.