Miscarriage

I have to say goodbye to my little angels; my unborn children so tiny sleeping soundly, innocent and pure.
No one tells you how it’s meant to feel; there’s no manual teaching you how to take the pain away.
Mother Nature has hit me with a sledgehammer; all this pain and suffering she has made me endure.
I can barely function without thinking about my loss although they say it will get easier with each new day.

I can’t help but think of my children; two little cherubs side by side as they lie in peaceful slumber within my womb.
I wish I could know them; wish I could be a mother to them and watch the flourish and grow into beautiful beings.
Oh how cruel you are to take my babies so prematurely and make my body nothing more than a coffin, a tomb!
I know they are destined for better things; that a higher purpose is meant for them for God has given them their wings.

Mother Nature so cruelly released them from me, I endured so much pain but it’s time to accept that they’ve gone.
People keep saying we will get another chance; that life goes on and a new child will come our way.
How can we think of the future? The present is so raw and painful and we keep struggling to move on.
I want to feel positive, to draw strength and move on but right now I am struggling to face each brand new day.