Bottled Up

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no one tells you how to grieve
a loss you never gained

love bottled up inside
unconditionally
with nowhere to go
but down my eyes

our love
never had a chance to grow
was never meant to be seen
by anyone but me

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This poem is still hard to talk about. I wrote it while staying in a small coastal town in Peru, about a week after it happened. For a long time, I wasn’t sure whether I should share it here; it felt too personal. But then again, this happens to so many women.  So maybe that’s exactly why I should talk about it.

I’m at peace with it now, so here goes: It was a miscarriage.
Now, was that so hard? Yes.

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