xxx_faithful
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Some woman write letters to their angel babies, where as I find my peace and closure writing my pain out on paper. Please excuse some parts that may be graphic. Sometimes it is hard for woman to describe their anguish through a loss, however I pray those that may be experiencing the same as me, find comfort in being understood.
"Do not.."
Pray for me, think of me, write to me, share a tear with me.
But do not say it's Gods will.
Do not say its Gods plan and that everything's meant to be.
God makes beauty out of broken things, but He does not make beautiful things broken.
Don't tell me they are just cells, and clots and hell of a lot of blood.
Because I will tell you that these cells are what multiply to create and form my baby. These clots would of made up a perfectly healthy, protective sac to bare my little one. This blood would of nourished and supported his life for 9mths.
Do not tell me when a womb is formed and a heart begins to beat that I shouldn't of been attached, that I should just try again. That somehow my mourning should vary to how far along I was.
The grieving goes far beyond how many weeks he lived.
What is worse, to send off an old life into the sky or the hollowness thinking of a life that could of been. A life that never started. Don't be disgusted with abortion and act like what happened to me wasn't a life that was also killed. Don't brush it off, because the difference with me, is it was beyond my control.
Don't rush me off to better days, but let me be in it, let me sit, let me think, let me breath.
Let me find comfort in my sorrow, to collect my thoughts.
Do not tell me it will be okay, ask me how I'm coping.
This is how I say goodbye. This is how I grow brave.
As my bump begins to sink in, and all pregnancy symptoms leave my body. Do not underestimate the heaviness it has weighed upon me.
Nor should you underestimate my strength.
xxx_faithful
"Do not.."
Pray for me, think of me, write to me, share a tear with me.
But do not say it's Gods will.
Do not say its Gods plan and that everything's meant to be.
God makes beauty out of broken things, but He does not make beautiful things broken.
Don't tell me they are just cells, and clots and hell of a lot of blood.
Because I will tell you that these cells are what multiply to create and form my baby. These clots would of made up a perfectly healthy, protective sac to bare my little one. This blood would of nourished and supported his life for 9mths.
Do not tell me when a womb is formed and a heart begins to beat that I shouldn't of been attached, that I should just try again. That somehow my mourning should vary to how far along I was.
The grieving goes far beyond how many weeks he lived.
What is worse, to send off an old life into the sky or the hollowness thinking of a life that could of been. A life that never started. Don't be disgusted with abortion and act like what happened to me wasn't a life that was also killed. Don't brush it off, because the difference with me, is it was beyond my control.
Don't rush me off to better days, but let me be in it, let me sit, let me think, let me breath.
Let me find comfort in my sorrow, to collect my thoughts.
Do not tell me it will be okay, ask me how I'm coping.
This is how I say goodbye. This is how I grow brave.
As my bump begins to sink in, and all pregnancy symptoms leave my body. Do not underestimate the heaviness it has weighed upon me.
Nor should you underestimate my strength.
xxx_faithful