yesterday I said good-bye to my baby.
the fourth baby I've carried.
the second I've lost in miscarriage.
i keep coming here to write but end up just staring at a blank page.
there is nothing poetic or metaphorical about this grief.
there is not a lesson learned or a poignant insight.
there is just heartbreak and the for of pain medication.
i know the words will come.
will you wait here for me?