What I felt had surpassed the blackouts
Surpassed the ambiguity of any reasons that could sanction the suffering, beautify the journey of events
Your Unborn Child
For three months I lay here, evolving, developing organs that would allow me to be aware that I existed.
The airy sound of life under water, the humming of your cry and sometimes incessant laughter, makes me want to be with you more. You may forget me, but I know that you are there, always, here with me.
When Love is Pain
A tear lines my face in journeying on from a place I’ve come to know and appreciate, yet despair
