Never Gonna Give You Up / 絶対あきらめない [Eng/Jap Ukulele Cover]
This picture never fails to make me emotional. It’s such a powerful image </3 #miscarriage #miscarriageawareness #babyloss #babyowens
You are loving and grieving
over a foundation of flesh you’ve yet to meet.
It is through death that we become aware we exist;
how flimsy existence ties its promises.
You worried the potential of loss would be cradled in your arms,
but you found it vulnerably looped in your womb.
You’ve spent the past few weeks cursing the hens,
and the back pains that numbed your legs, the cramps that formed your guilt.
“I am sorry I failed to birth our merged reflections.”
You weep over a given that you could not give.
And he says, “It’s okay” and, “You are never to blame”
and, “We can try again when you’re ready.”
But will you ever be ready to hear the mockingbird of your body;
to ask your womb for the strength to carry what it couldn’t before?
You would never have imagined living in such a world
where death happens inside of you, but you’ve been living in it your entire life.
You share the world with the women who are unaware of the pregnancy and the loss,
the women who put scrapbooks together for her belly and her baby
and when she asks about the heartbeat she hides the scrapbook in a box
hoping to never come across it again.
Everything you have hoped for has been taken away by a pulse;
give yourself the time to grieve.
Your body is not meaningless; a gentle reminder will do —
The hands can carry, the feet can carry, the womb will carry too.
|—||Alessia Di Cesare, The Womb Can Carry Too (via featherumbrellas)|
You NEVER get over losing a baby.
You don’t get over it, you don’t let it go.
You just get used to that excruciating pain and hollow feeling in your heart.
It’s still there everyday, but becomes what’s normal for you.
It doesn’t matter if you had a kid before the loss, or have your rainbow after.
They don’t replace the loss of the life that was there. The loss of an individual baby who can never be replaced.