The sacred child on the hill
Buried deep but never forgotten
River of tears
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
Years pass by
The girl becomes the woman
Relationships begin and end
Happiness brings a new journey
A baby in the making
Driving out old thoughts
Touching her stomach in repentant hope
Sadly, hope dies in the womb
Guilt turns to punishment from above
The sacred child on the hill
Watches the figure coming towards her
Slowly entering the river
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
The sacred child on the hill
Reunited forevermore.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Metaphoric as all great myths and stories this poem presents the journey of desire and sin falling to loss and sadness redeemed in guilt and repentance transformed into holiness and the sacred. Well done my friend and a fave
It has it all.
Indeed
Well written. Your poem revolves around themes of loss, longing, and the complex emotions surrounding motherhood and guilt. It narrates the journey of a woman who grapples with her past, particularly the loss of a child, and the emotional turmoil that accompanies it.
Always the guilt that kills you.
A miscarriage of metaphor, when a woman goes through loss so does the man. I'm thinking there's more to this one Paul. I cannot believe the Henry Novak story, the greatest miscarriage of justice a family can suffer. A great write that as you can see has my mind churning. 🌹
Yeah, what a bloody waste of life, that sentence should be doubled.
Paul, I’ve known poems where grief speaks loudly, but what struck me here is how quietly this one carries it. The sorrow flows like the river you describe…steady, patient, and impossible to ignore. This one lingered with me. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Is a sad one.
From an almost-sacred child this reads powerfully. 🕊️🙏
Kids, who would have them.
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