She sat alone on the bank of the river
like bones sucked clean of flesh.
Empty. Hollow. Numb.
Her mother was gone.
She was alone now. An orphan.
Alone in a world in which she belonged to no one,
and no one belonged to her.
Her thoughts led back to
the clinic. To the day
they casually sucked the stray soul
from her womb.
So her mother would never know.
She wished now she had told her
That she could hold that baby in her arms.
She sat alone on the bank of the river.
And rocked.
Written for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge utilizing Misky’s
Twiglet, ‘sucked bones clean’.
So sad and poignant
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Beautifully written Violet and a perfectly wonderful interpretation of the photo. 💜🌼🙂
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Love your take on the photo. Sad but beautiful.
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Hand to heart for that one…..and the feeling of being an orphan, at any age.
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Such despair. Grief is felt.
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Poignant. Good story for the photo.
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Heartbreakingly beautifully done.
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Chilling, beautiful. heart-wrenching, sad, and so deftly written; it’s easy to identify with the woman, sad and alone. .
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Really nice, Violet, and touchingly sad.
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This is so powerful Violet! I lost a baby when I was 20 and you never get over the ache because the womb never forgets! ❤
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Very sad story Violet and so well written.
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A power-ballad of feminine tragedy, Violet!
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Beautifully written, Violet. A sad poem.
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tenderly haunting, thanks for sharing 🙂
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Powerful piece reflecting on sadness and regret. Well done!
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Wow, what a poem. Beautifully written filled with sadness and regret.
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There are many beliefs as to when souls start. Some say with breath…
I would like to believe that somewhere reincarnated every soul gets all the chances they want at living in a loved life.
And that forgiveness is a gift those souls can give when they are unable to make it to live at any particular time for any reason…
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