Sunday, 21 November 2010

Poetry: A Woman's Ode to Loss

You have come again
I know there’s going to be pain
Have you come to please
Or to tease?
Whenever you are around
My heart begins to pound.
As I lose myself
Becoming a shadow of my self,
Revelling in your presence,
Drowning in your essence.

Fantasising, Dreaming
Wishing, Hoping
For when you will restore my name
And take away my shame.
Will you stay this time?
Please be mine.............

The first time you came
I named you,
The second time you came
I gave my heart to you,
The third time you came
I devoted my home to you,
The fourth time you came
I worshipped you,
The last time you came
I despaired of you!

I hate you, I love you
I want you, I despise you!
There can be no greater pain,
Definitely no gain
In the loss of a child.
I am now reviled...............

What is the use of a seed
If I cannot breed?
What is the use of a womb
That becomes a tomb?
What is the use of hope
If it will always elope?
Running away with faith
Leaving me to wait.
Savouring the bitter taste
Of self-hate!

Hoping, Praying
Mourning, Loathing!
I refuse to be consigned
To the scrapheap of the resigned.
My womb has failed me
But it has made a stronger me.............!

By Naijamum (COE)
(This poem is an original poem and cannot be reproduced without the permission of the blog author)

I know poetry does not appeal to all but I often use poems to describe angst or joy that cannot be easily expressed.
Suffering a miscarriage has to be one of the most painful experiences a woman can ever go through. This poem arose from witnessing such loss - repeatedly!
I do hope it resonates with someone. 


  1. This is sooo touching. May the Good lord be with you

  2. @jobs for Naija
    Thanks for the lovely prayer. I claim it quick quick....

  3. Deep. :(

    Thank God for smiling on you eventually, turning your mourning into dancing! :)


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