Looking through the window of pain, 
A

shattered reflection of my heart, 
Losing not one child but five— 
Each loss a dagger, piercing deeper, 
Feeling like I have the world cast a spell on my womb, 
A cruel sorcery that steals away my joy.

The agony of the pain of losing, 
My children time after time, 
Like petals falling from a wilting flower; 
Not knowing where to start in this labyrinth of grief, 
Now I know what it feels like to lose what you love— 
To dance to the tone of death, a haunting melody.

Crying the song of birds that once sang sweetly, 
Now their notes echo my sorrow, 
Swimming in the water of my tears, 
Each drop a testament to unfulfilled dreams; 
Walking on hot lava, each step a searing reminder, 
Standing on cold ice, brittle and fragile beneath me. 

Walking on a road of thorns, sharp and unforgiving, 
Bleeding while walking alone through this desolate landscape; 
Crying on the side of the road, unseen by passersby— 
Not knowing that it was all the fault of my mother’s choices, 
Her shadows loom large over my heart; 
Not knowing I married my sin—an inheritance I cannot escape.

Oh, the sins of my mother—how they echo in my soul! 
I can't even say I love you anymore without trembling; 
Can't walk on a road without shame weighing heavily upon me. 
Still floating around in pain like a ghost in search of solace, 
Thinking the pain plus shame would somehow disappear— 

But it all came back as plain shame, raw and unyielding, 
Smacking me back to reality with each breath I take.  
Back at my face like a mirror reflecting sorrow—  
Look at my life! Where is my life?  
Nowhere near future; it feels like an endless twilight.

Look at me—I am a woman still suffering,  
Wading through the murky waters of loss and despair;  
That pain of losing a child time after time—  
It clings to me like a second skin.  
Each heartbeat is a reminder of what could have been—  
A symphony of silence where laughter once danced.

In this vast emptiness where hope used to reside,  
I search for meaning amidst the ashes of dreams;  
Each breath is heavy with memories and longing—  
Yet still I rise from the depths of this sorrowful abyss.  

For though I am shattered, I am not broken;  
I carry their spirits within me—a bittersweet embrace—  
And though the road ahead is fraught with shadows,  
I will walk it with courage born from love and loss.  

For even in pain there is strength waiting to be found;  
And though I suffer deeply now, I will not lose sight—  
Of the beauty that can emerge from this heartache,  
For in every tear shed lies a glimmer of resilience.  

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-gifttaylor

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