5,7,5

This should be a happy post.

Today marks eight years since I met hubs. I should be writing about that. I should be writing about how much loving this man, this amazing husband and father, has changed my life, and how grateful I am to share every experience with him.

I do, of course, feel all of these things, but for some reason that is not where my mind has gone. Instead, all day, I have found myself caught up in writing little Haikus. I am using the term Haiku lightly, because to be a true Haiku there would be some reference to nature and its connection to the human spirit, and these references are not found in mine. So, if you are a Haiku traditionalist, please take this as my preemptive apology.


Anyway, these little poems, concise in their traditional 5,7,5 syllable pattern have been floating through my head all day. It's really odd the way this happens, I often find myself thinking in poetry, but even for me, thinking in Haiku is pretty out of the norm. Realistically, I probably haven't written Haiku since maybe the first or second grade. Anyway, these are some of the ones scribbled down throughout the day.

My battered soul cries.

Miscarriage. Child loss. Now this?

It's too cruel for words.

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Cruel fate you mock me.

Once allowing such high hopes,

in their wake - truth, pain.

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There are no true words

to convey just how broken

my dreams feel right now.

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Where is the justice?

So many go unwanted.

Mine, so wanted. Gone.

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In flashes, I'm there

In her ear, "Shhh, It's Okay"

"I'm here...Mommy's here"

Feel free to comment in Haiku format if you would like, about this post, about your losses, about infertility, about anything really.