The word mother echos in my head
For a beating heart that is now dead
Calls for me from behind psyche walls
Digs into my heart with unborn claws.

Suckles on my love, like it would a breast
Diving in my brain making a nest.
Draining me of energy, happy and smiles
Making me feel that I've murdered my child.

In my brain this little one lives
Totally real and manifested
I think alot of who she would be
What do i know, it could've been a he.

Its tiring now to think of love
When something I created has been sent above.
It's hard to look very far at my future
With this wound wide, needing sutures.

Its like I want a second chance
at being a mother
But I'm scared i would only
Smother

The responsibility would be to much to handle
But each night i hold up a lit candle
Praying to take my little one to heaven.
Since in the womb, she only made it to week 7.

I was told, you know, look its just cells
But when i saw it my heart fell.
I tiny baby just so small
Little fingers made my skin crawl.
Little arms and dotted eyes
I wonder if her soul cries.