Miscarriage

Sometimes

When my eyes are closed

And my brow is furrowed

I can imagine what it would have been like to hold you

The night you slipped from my womb

And left me tangled in blood

You took a part of my soul

And no matter how many little ones I coo

I'll never replace the part of me that is you

Miscarriage

Mistake

It implies I did something wrong

"I lost it"

The phrase I murmured

Before I'm chastised for celebrating too soon

The only thing wrong about loving you

Was being born

In this place

In this time

When women do not own their own flesh and bones

Where men argue over their rights

And their pay

A place and time that still needs change

So we can stop blaming our bodies

So we can break the chains of expectation

And mourn loss without societies judgements