The Unborns
She was expecting a baby
And she was going to paint her room pink
She would have been her little princess
Until she was born dead
The world was still
The tears were dry
It didn’t matter anymore
Because she was born dead
She stopped crying at the park
Where little girls ran to their mother
She stopped question herself
Why was she born dead?
She gave birth to a son
He was her little prince
But when she went to sleep that night
Her little girl ran into her arms in her dreams
“The Unborns” is about a woman who has a miscarriage and how it impacts her life and how she deals with it. I thought it was beautifully raw and painfully emotional.
PS: I know I only post poetry on Friday and I was going to originally post my review of Jessica Jones but I’m really sick right now (I have a cold) and I have to revise for my tests so I think I’m going to be posting poetry for some time because I really don’t have the time or energy to post anything else. Thanks for bearing with me 🙂
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