I suffered
depressed.
I wanted
sleep.
A still place.
This.
My utter hell.
I couldn’t believe.
I, a woman,
a woman they told,
to find, find the life-
my sleeping baby.
The mind had cried,
I was not alive.
The month
was over.
They later said
over all,
the miscarriage
was
for
the
best.