However small she grew
It was not small enough.
A foetal ball,
Head in hands
She wished to disappear.
To be unborn.
Each breath spoke of failure,
Each day brought new scars.
She lived, half-lived,
In an ever-shrinking body,
Housing ever-growing fears
Far from tears.

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3 Responses to Fading

  1. Yu/stan/kema says:

    Very good poem, Pooky.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jfb57 says:

    Lots of tears here too & huge sense of failure. Neither of us is. It must be January xx


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