Life goes on, even when it doesn’t–
even when some deep part of my heart
has stopped beating
and my soul can’t breathe.
I don’t know if it’s comforting or not
to think that outside the four dead walls of my heart
the world spins with its joy-and-sadness, birth-and-death,
You post about your latest meal on Facebook,
and the news anchor chats about spring training,
and I put dinner in the oven and a load in the dryer,
and everything seems so very normal,
but I just want to scream at everyone to STOP
and notice me, here, going through the daily motions
with a part of my beloved heart
dead and buried deep inside me.
Light your candle for me tonight.
********This poem is written in memory of my two lost babies, and in honor of all my precious friends who have carried children within them that they will never meet this side of heaven.