Miscarriage Poem by Cheyenne Ashley

You were once mine
Inside of me, a life
You were made out of me
And God and a man
Growing, entombed in comfort
With everything you needed
Waiting for yor arrival
But I'm so confused
Is it a good thing that you never had to see this earth
You never had to feel any pain or ever get hurt
Or is it a bad thing that it's my fault you died
I am to blame for your lost life
It's my fault that you never had a chance to change this world
I wish I knew which to follow
But confussion aside
I still wish I could have loved you so much
I wanted to hold your little hand
And put it against my heart
So you would know your heart beats with mine
But it's my fault you never got to be