Miscarriage finale – Birth

Photo of Woman Swimming Underwater

 

Yesterday I saw my reflection smile
as I cut the cord between what’s me
and what she sees
as you shrunk to fit my palm
petals closing before my pride
I felt myself becoming the gaze
piercing through your shell
outgrowing what you gave

You’ll always be
firstborn
of loneliness and distrust
but I can love you
better
from the other side
of a glass barrier
defecting arrows
caressing blows

as much as I’d like
to hold your hand forever
the winds have blown through
our sails
the seas parted by my hand
it is time you learned to walk

 

 

 

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27 thoughts on “Miscarriage finale – Birth

    1. Thank you Dennis for your never-ending support ❀ boy I've missed you too, so glad last month is over. My novel's released this fall. Maybe an English translation will eventually come haha.

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      1. That would be optimal as I don’t have a lot of faith in my ability to learn Finnish 😁. Congratulations dear and you will always have my support. I love your work. That’s what friends are for too πŸ™

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      2. Forgive me for laughing but aasgagshkfilj :’DD no no no. I am Finnish. I speak Swedish. Finland has two official languages. I believe the correct term is Fennoswedish. Now you know more than most Americans! Oh… I mean Texans . *glare * 8’D

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  1. “as much as I’d like
    to hold your hand forever
    the winds have blown through
    our sails
    the seas parted by my hand
    it is time you learned to walk.”
    This is so beautiful, Henna. Sad, but beautiful too. ❀

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    1. I’m so glad to hear from you again, gods I missed you ❀ and while it can be interpreted in different ways, I'd say this is mostly a happy poem. Bittersweet, perhaps. I've finished my novel.
      ❀

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    1. Oh my god, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. This piece is actually the last in a series of works depicting creative anxiety and “letting go” of your work. That being said, I’ve no idea what it must feel like in reality. A lot of people though have interpreted it like you and still found some kind of meaning to it, which I think is beautiful.
      Thank you!

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