Grief is such a strange feeling
Because why am I grieving someone I never met
I have no memories spent with him
Never spoke to him
Only seen him in pictures
Maybe I am grieving the idea of him
The idea of my first sibling
The world would've been less empty
He would have given me a purpose
Someone to protect
Someone to love
I have the memories of my mother building him
The miracle of her stomach growing
But no baby came home
Just a small blue box
There is this dark, insistent voice
Consuming me year after year
Telling me there is nothing for me to mourn
I keep fearing the whispers will continue to eat at me
Make me believe the words they tell me
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This is a sad and mournful poem of a child that never was and chilling feelings that remain in the mind as what ifs that aren't. Well written and raw.
This is a great message. Loss is loss, even if the life wasn't truly formed, and as you put it, it still affects you today.
I think that's why we need to speak more of loss, to undersstand the impact it has on us.
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