racing thoughts and a busy mind
weighing heavy on my heart.
so many things that need to be done,
and no idea where to start.
watching the calender creeping closer and closer,
to the day that changed my life,
changed the way my mind works
and even who I am as a wife.
not a single day passes
that I don't think of you,
of the toddler you'd be growing into,
and all the things you'll never do.
time does not heal all wounds.
it only seems to bring more pain.
my arms are still empty,
my heart still in pieces,
and the tears still fall like rain.
about this piece.
This piece was originally published here.
This all snuck up on me while I was sitting in a long lecture in nursing school and poured out of me effortlessly. I choked back tears as I wrote it down but immediately felt like I was carrying a lighter load. It was just a few days before the 2 year anniversary of my miscarriage at 12 week (Sept 08) and I was feeling all the grief like it was fresh again realizing that 2 years were about to pass without another pregnancy.--Rochelle
about the contributor.
Rochelle blogs about her journey and life at Simply Rochelle.