The Lost Season

I don’t want to hear carolling,

My heart needs some consoling,

The season lost by a missing piece,

It’s once bright magic has decreased.

As I hung decorations on my tree,

The pain shrieked like a banshee,

An empty stocking hung by the fire,

No gift could give me what I desire.

The empty space will always be,

A holiday which once brought glee,

Now brings sorrow in it’s wake,

It’s too much for one soul to take.

12 Months

It has been a year since my last miscarriage, tests from Tommys keep being pushed back every few months, in this time I have kept hoping that we will find the problem but after a year it’s being to feel hopeless.

I’m another year older than I was, another year with terrible mental health, and I honestly feel that I have achieved nothing. That’s not true, however, so I thought I’d list my achievements none the less.

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