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October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month and October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Awareness day.   1 in every 4 pregnancies ends in a miscarriage.

During this month, I will give my book. Birth After Miscarriage: A Spiritual Journey away for free. You will download the E-book from Amazon.

FREE FROM OCTOBER 13-17

I always wanted to be a mom. After my miscarriage, I thought it would never happen. God had a wonderful plan for my life. I just have to wait and put my faith in Him. Many women suffer the tremendous loss of a miscarriage. They often believe they are alone, but they are never alone. It is not anyone’s fault! It is a sad component of life. In every four pregnancies, one ends in a miscarriage. I am sharing my story to help other women who have experienced the same pain I have.

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On My Own

Rely on others is a hard thing.

Relying on them binds them to us.

It reminds them you needed them.

It reminds them you can’t do it on your own.

That you needed help.

That you are a failure.

That you can’t do it on your own.

But I am not alone.

I am not a failure.

My path differs from yours.

My path is my own and,

My vow is now to go it alone.

Rely on myself and myself alone.

For never will I feel the pain,

Of your scorn,

Of your judgment

Of your righteous opinions.

I will show you, I can do it.

I will show you I am not a failure.

My path might be different,

but my path is my own.

October is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month and October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Awareness day.   1 in every 4 pregnancies ends in a miscarriage.

During this month, I will give my book. Birth After Miscarriage: A Spiritual Journey away for free. You can download the E-book from Amazon.

FREE FROM OCTOBER 13-17

I always wanted to be a mom. After my miscarriage, I thought it would never happen. God had a wonderful plan for my life. I just have to wait and put my faith in Him. Many women suffer the tremendous loss of a miscarriage. They often believe they are alone, but they are never alone. Rest assured that it is not anyone’s fault! It is simply a sad component of life. In every four pregnancies, one ends in a miscarriage. I am sharing my story to help other women who have experienced the same pain I have.

E-books

USA https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.es/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.it/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.com.mx/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN

When Will I Learn?

 

shhh

When will I learn, to keep my mouth shut?

When will I learn, that you don’t want my opinion?

When will I learn, that I really don’t have friends?

When will I learn, that it’s only a matter of time before you leave?

When will I learn, that you really don’t care about me?

 



When will I learn,  to not let my self-doubt rule my life?

Look in the Mirror

There you are waiting for the fallout,

Sitting at home waiting for the drama to insure.

Are people crying or hurting or talking about me?

Again and again the same old story,

But no one cares.

No one cares because you’ve done it so many times.

I wish you well but the pain you have caused others is too much to bear.

You push us away but want use to wallow in self-pity.

Pushing us aside,

So many times I don’t care!

I don’t care what you think anymore!

We are not friends, and probably never were.

You made people cry and question themselves!

That is not what freindship is about.

Sitting at home wondering where we are and who we are talking to,

But guess what we don’t care!

You did it so many times, that is doesn’t phase us anymore.

What I used to cry over, the tears have all dried up.

No more compassion for someone like you

You want to be gone from our lives,

Then be gone for those are your choices not ours.

You are a coward and you don’t care what you do to others.

No one needs a friend like that in their life.

Look in the mirror and see why no one is talking to you.

Look in the mirror and see you are all alone.

Look in the mirror and see the villain you are.

You did this to yourself no one did this to you.

Be the one with no friends

For this is the last time I waste a breath on you.

Write with us or Follow Us!

Write with us or follow us!

I don’t know if anyone here is on Medium. At first, I went on to build a following but the site seemed too preoccupied with how much money you make and whether the curators liked your story. Most of the groups I have been in about Medium have only been concerned with money.

I try to get my work on as many sites as I an to build a following. If you are interested in building a following and finding a new place to showcase your work please join me. I created a publication on Medium for all writers.

Purple Pen

 

The Purple Pen (4)

Wishing You Were Here

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Photo by Vladislav Muslakov on Unsplash

 

 

I wake in the evening hoping you are there.

The days apart are so long.

To feel your embrace, and feel your love.

 

Though the days and nights are long.

Your voice calms my soul.

Somethings are worth waiting for.

Some people are worth the wait. 

 

Each morning to hear your voice

Wishing you were here.

Wishing our lives were one. 

You Still Love Me!

I can tell you everything,

All that’s on my heart.

You can see me cry, and hear me laugh.

You see my flaws and my faults

 

And somehow still

You love me. 

 

I can tell you everything,

All that’s on my heart

You see me mad, and you hear me scream.

You see my errors and you see my pain.

And somehow still

You love me.

 

I can be myself

As odd as I am

As kooky and bizarre as I am.

And you love it all the same. 

 

That’s what love is supposed to look like.