Poem -

I just can't.

I reached for you yesterday with a mothers hand, gently filled with hope and never doubt,
This womb I fear is dark today, for I am here without
Without the vibrant light of life, there's a darkness on my hand,
I cannot believe the sorrows plaguing, I don't pretend to understand,
There's so much confusion here, the words they say aren't of the light,
And god knows I am no evil, but wills my heart to fight,
My baby has this heart of mine we tick at timely beats betold, but therein lies an emptiness and nothing I can hold,
There is no clarity for my mind, it was made up of rainbows by the rain, and the doctors who gave opinions that only caused my soul to pain, For what of all this trouble then, has my heart an open door, I cannot stand to lose this love, this tiny love that I adore, To what pleasure would emptiness show I have not heart to bare this wound, if it's yet in love to grow, I could not stand alone marooned,
forgotten not an island at sea, I carry the waves as deep, and to this unborn angel say, i plead with the heavens for them not to keep,
so that I may carry the birth within me, and leave what sorrows they enchant, for I cannot let go of this enormous love within me
You see I'm strong but I just can't.

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