POEM TITLE: A CRY OF WOMAN WITH A MISCARRIAGE.

A woman weeps silently

A life she once nestled now gone astray,

A heartache that won't fade away.

She carried hope within her womb,

A dream that withered all too soon.

In tear-stained nights and lonely cries,

A piece of her heart slowly dies.

In silence, she asked for more,

To hold her baby, to love, adore.

But fate had other plans in sight,

A cruel twist, a tragic blight.

She'll wonder why, she'll question how, the universe's mystery avow.

In this bleak chapter, she must cope,

With grief too deep, too vast to hope

Her arms are empty, yet they ache,

For a love she cannot replace.

She'll mourn the child she'll never know,

Whose tiny heartbeat ceased to grow.

Amidst the darkness, may she find

Support and love, gentle and kind

For in her pain, she's not alone,

Others' hearts have also known.

With time's embrace, wounds will heal,

Though scars of loss may still reveal.

A woman strong, she'll rise above,

And hold her angel, still with love

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