July 13, 2016

I was going to have my first child!

My period was missed,

yet my husband was still in denial.

A clinic visit brought truth to my claim.

Overjoyed and filled with excitement,

but fear loomed the very same.

Would I be a good mother?

Of course, of course,

sayeth my lover.

But my first prenatal was cursed.

No heartbeat nor growth,

I feared the very worst.

An ER visit came next,

I came to find out..

that too was hexed.

Would I ever catch a break?

My doctor decided not.

My baby's life was at stake.

My soul had went cold.

Three months pregnant,

my baby was only 6 weeks old.

My baby... he/she had died.

Isaiah or Isabella?

I was still carrying them inside.

Miscarriage came and took my babe.

Bloody and painful,

my baby went to its grave.

My very soul was torn apart.

My unborn baby's hand,

snatched a piece of my heart.

Summer of 2016,

That's when I was broken,

On July 13th.