i remember a poem i saw not long after the miscarriage and i really loved it. it's short and simple but real spoke to my heart, then and now.
HOPE.
Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernatural glory.
Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernatural glory.
Sri Chimnoy.
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