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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook 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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