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Kaoru

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since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

0 posted 2004-09-06 01:51 AM

I wrote this poem when I was in my first trimester. At the time I was almost certain that I would lose my child. If you're uncertain of the changes that happen in a woman's mind during pregnancy, I will explain. In the beginning, I felt very scared and emotional. I could hardly keep myself together for three months. I was convinced I would not be able to bear this child, and that would cause me to weep uncontrollably. This poem is less about myself and more about how my mind veiwed how I, or anyone else, would veiw themselves had they lost their child during their pregnancy. It has been sitting in my notebook for quite some time now, and I decided it would be all right for me to share it at this point. It deals with aspects of emotional turmoil against the self.
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You have peeled me like an orange,
left me with no protective shell.
I am seedless, and oh, how you can tell,
I am an empty, painful and pitiful
version of myself.

..But I should have known, verily,
that my wretched body
could not contain something so
beautiful.
No,
nature owes me nothing.

I cannot sleep, for I am
haunted by a ghost within me,
however, no one could inch me
from this bed.
These sheets are where my tears belong,
I nurture them as if they were seeds.

Though it is hard to
remind myself that this is torment,
I cannot stray from my hollow soul.
Yes, my patience wears thin at times,
but I've no more room to grow.

I have swollen to a size of
death, I question no more the
perversity of nature, and in my
arms..
my undeserving arms,
I hold you still.

1slick_lady
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since 2000-12-22

Posts 6088
standing on a shadow's lace

1 posted 2004-09-06 01:59 AM

Meg…constant you bring me to tears…I stand in awe in your presence.

Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

2 posted 2004-09-06 02:41 AM

This is just beautiful and so are you.

I'm keeping it.

Maree

The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change.
~Stevie Nicks~

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2004-09-06 08:51 AM

quote:
This poem is less about myself and more about how my mind veiwed how I, or anyone else, would veiw themselves had they lost their child during their pregnancy. It has been sitting in my notebook for quite some time now, and I decided it would be all right for me to share it at this point. It deals with aspects of emotional turmoil against the self.

This is what motherhood does internally to us...it makes us see beyond ourselves, and we are never again the same. Fathers come to know this, too, only it doesn't usually happen until that tiny child grasps his finger for the first time.

And it's the reason a mother will become so very protective of their children.

Afterwards, it is the reason we, as mothers, turn to ours, and say, "thank you."

Meghan, print this out, put it in the baby's book. It's a keeper.

Copperbell
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since 2003-11-08

Posts 956

4 posted 2004-09-06 10:58 AM

It is beautiful

A mother's heart - and over the years that beautiful child will test your heart over and over as you love every moment of their life - but its all good

Thanks for sharing this

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

5 posted 2004-09-06 11:36 AM

So beautiful Meghan..and what most, if not all women, feel when they are pregnant.
You brought back a flood of emotions..and memories
this is truly a keeper.
Hugs~

~ Summer can't be over...
I still have the sand in my shoes. ~

ShiningWindHaze
Member

since 2004-09-06

Posts 138
California, United States

6 posted 2004-09-06 05:51 PM

Nature does not owe you, but must give you what you are. I don't think you can go crooked. You know yourself enough to write about who you are from the outside and that's beautiful. I pray that your life is a blessed one (just in case you don't believe in blessings) I still pray you're blessed. heh.

- Haze

littlewing
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since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

7 posted 2004-09-06 07:26 PM

You will prove to be a gift to each other.

This is beautiful Meg . . .

Congratulations!

What a lucky soul . . .

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

8 posted 2004-09-07 02:10 PM

You know if this child has 1/2 of your heart, and creativity you dear Meg, have created a miracle. This truly was from a soulful place, and thank you for posting it.

Susan Caldwell
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since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

9 posted 2004-09-07 02:30 PM

You are beautiful Meg, and your daughter is as lucky as you are.

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

LeeJ
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since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

10 posted 2004-09-07 03:05 PM

motherhood makes us adults, and serving the needy...how intricate and wondrous children are.

LeeJ
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since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

11 posted 2004-09-07 03:05 PM

this poem was so magnificant, I forgot to say so...

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