
Initially inspired by my uncle. He and his wife had tried for several years to have a child of their own. They've been through miscarages and stillborns, and now have 2 healthy boys. This isn't about their experiences, but it was inspired by their pain.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 181 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-27-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2955950
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For the Pain and Sorrow
For the pain and sorrow
that you've felt.
For the tears
you've wept.
For the situations
with which you've dealt.
For the secrets
you've kept.
.
For the constant throb
in your heart.
For the sickening feeling
you get.
For all
the demented art
That comforts
you yet.
.
For the unborn scream
lodged in your throat.
For the un-choked tears
hidden deep behind your mask.
For silently bearing the winter chills
ever without a coat.
For the unarmed man inside you
jumping to the task.
.
For the sharp knife
nestled comfortably in your gut.
For the determination it took
to share with the world.
For the
un-healable cut.
For your shattered desires
and your whims carelessly hurled.
.
For the fact
that you'll never be the same.
For the endeavor it takes
to remain sane.
For that first
scarring name.
For that unreachable relief
released by rain.
.
For my dearest
of friends.
For your constant mood
being blue.
For the hope
that your tragedy one day mends.
This
is for you…
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