Facing my demons 28 hibernatorslibrary Uncategorized April 6, 2018March 18, 2018 1 Minute Hope is no longer a word I comprehend. It hangs there, empty in the air Once pregnant Now aborted Miscarried Infertile. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by hibernatorslibrary Homemaker, Reader, Blogger View all posts by hibernatorslibrary Published April 6, 2018March 18, 2018
wow this is a heart breaking one. Your poems are so powerful! If this is a true experience I’m very sorry to hear this happened. LikeLike Reply
I wrote this poem a few years ago in a dark point in life. Things are going much better now. 😊 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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You are such a wonderful writer. I will be waiting to see what you have to tell next.
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Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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wow this is a heart breaking one. Your poems are so powerful! If this is a true experience I’m very sorry to hear this happened.
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I wrote this poem a few years ago in a dark point in life. Things are going much better now. 😊
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