they each start
as this tiny seed of hope
i hear motherhood calling
but the depths of what is unknown
suffocate me
to touch the flames
that burned me so badly before,
i pull my hand back, quickly!
to knowingly light the match again
speaks to a power inside me
that is not mine
as the calendar edges into focus
and the rest of the world zooms out
i pray
my hope is greater than my fear
that eternity
might dim the lights
on any sufferings that may come tomorrow
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 