Speaking To Another Lost Being

I met a girl the other day who had a miscarriage.

Within the first hour of our meeting we held each other in safe enough space

to share one of our deepest and rawest wounds.

She had had a miscarriage a few years back.

She hadn’t even known she was pregnant before she bled down her leg.

She spoke to how her body has never been the same.

Creating a being changed her body forever.

The hormones were activated, her body knew what motherhood was,

there was no going back.

She expressed waves of grief in this.

Grief that most days gripped my soul.

We shared similar sentiments of how we struggle with our partners

to share the depth and magnitude of our experiences.

As much as we want to be the same as we were before, we can’t be.

Our bodies are not the same.

We are not the same.

Creating a being changed us in a way we don’t quite understand yet,

so how are our partners to understand?

We sat in our loneliness and frustration together,

Just me— and this girl I met only an hour ago.

Feeling just a bit more seen and a bit more light.

I am thankful for her vulnerability and trust.

Another Lost Soul in a sorrowful wave of life.