IN RESPONSE TO CHALKBOARD’S POETRY PROMPT “SPIRALING”
An Empty Womb
A One-Line Poem
a void within,
sings the curse of a sacred womb
left with slicing emptiness,
for once filled with a baby spiraling in,
now carved into a hollow of nothingness.
Footnote: Miscarriage or abortion may leave a permanent hole within the soul that never really closes. Grief is a process. Learn to acknowledge the strength of the alteration of your being.
Peace be with the bereaved ones 🙏
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Thank you for reading :)
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