somebody help me
accept the circle of life
as the elastic tightens around my waist
and my skin stretches
to the point of snapping
that nothing is really ever destroyed
can i resist the urge to title and file away
my conversations with God?
i wish i could just lower my fist from the air
and try and experience life on life’s terms
and maybe just maybe
see the world a little bit differently
because of it
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 