Luna,
By Quietus
There is nothing tangible for me to grieve
You were just an idea, a future I would never see
I imagined all of the ways I would love you
The ways in which I had never been loved myself
I learned to hold on, but not to let go
Though I would never even get to hold you
As my womb became your grave
My body, the hostile environment you could not survive
All it does is remind me that maybe you were better off
You are better off without someone like me as your mother
I learned to hold on, but not to let go
My mind is screaming for this to be over
To pretend that you never existed
My hostile body will not let you go
You were just an idea, a future I would never see
The purpose and reason for me to live when I no longer wanted to
Now I believe that maybe I should cease to exist, too
I learned to hold on, but not to let go
So maybe I should go with you
But, no, I am too scared to do that
So instead I will set fire to everything that reminds me of you
And tell myself that you are better off without me as your mother.
There is nothing tangible for me to grieve
You were just an idea, a future I would never see
I imagined all of the ways I would love you
The ways in which I had never been loved myself
I learned to hold on, but not to let go
Though I would never even get to hold you
As my womb became your grave
My body, the hostile environment you could not survive
All it does is remind me that maybe you were better off
You are better off without someone like me as your mother
I learned to hold on, but not to let go
My mind is screaming for this to be over
To pretend that you never existed
My hostile body will not let you go
You were just an idea, a future I would never see
The purpose and reason for me to live when I no longer wanted to
Now I believe that maybe I should cease to exist, too
I learned to hold on, but not to let go
So maybe I should go with you
But, no, I am too scared to do that
So instead I will set fire to everything that reminds me of you
And tell myself that you are better off without me as your mother.
Author's Note:
I never wanted kids, but my life changed on January 10th when I found out I was pregnant. I recently discovered that I had what’s called a missed miscarriage, and my life changed again. I wrote this because I want to die, but I’ll be okay someday.Comments on "Luna,"
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On Monday, March 4, 2024, LIFEINVADER
(278) wrote:
What a profound personal experience, with aspects so challenging to comprehend. Stay strong.