Mood:
hungryTopic: poetry
One of my coworkers that was pregnant at the same time as me, who actually had a dream about me, found out she was pregnant again. She had tried to have a baby for so long and her son was a miracle. Being pregnant again, though not the best timing, was another miracle. Unfortunately, things went south very fast and she miscarried.
When another colleague told me about it, I was floored. I made a comparison to what happend to me, but my colleague said she knew what I went through was worse. She said, too, that she used to hate it when people would compare their miscarriages to my experiences (or offer such experiences up with their condolences). She said sometimes she would just have to leave the room. I guess, unlike many people, she saw me everyday and knew how pregnant I was (7 months) and hard it must have been. Anyway, a nice thing to say. Especially since I thought everyone was being insensitive.
Anyway, these events and this prompt have inspired me.
Advice to the Childless Woman
time heals
with red, fleshy scars
god has a plan
written like fire on my heart
Latin or pain or mystery
I am still young
but each month
is heavy and long
like my empty arms
