Is there no beat inside your womb:
Would you render it heartless?
Now it's left a broken tomb,
Tumbling down the precipice.
Yet you only saw a vision;
And dreamwork will lead fools astray.
This emptiness--perhaps an illusion--
Is causing your heartstrings to fray.
O, his passing will bring you solemnity;
You know he lives on above.
His existence is marked with brevity,
But also unconditional love.
Continue to feel, continue to be kind,
Within the deepest heartbreak, you will turn out fine. [M.K. Cook]
This amazes me! You are really talented!
ReplyDeleteFirst, nice job with the Shakespearean rhyme scheme. I especially like your rhyming of heartless and precipice.
Second, amazing portrayal of the pain of losing a baby. This is so sad and insightful. I love the metaphor "Causing your heartstrings to fray," because it really helps me understand just how unbearable this pain can seem.
Nice tone shift in your rhyming couplet, which gives this a silver lining.
Good job!
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