They all say “it will be beautiful”
but no one said
how silence can deafen.
A routine appointment
turned into so much more.
Meeting you early
was not the plan.
I was a storm of questions,
belly stretched tight.
What if I break?
What if you do?
Why can I no longer keep you safe?
I stared into blue eyes,
A hand gripping tight.
Beeping monitors, scrambling feet,
your heartbeat
slowing.
Slowing.
Gone.
Time twisted.
Pain blurred.
I remember a hand
gripping me tight.
I remember the doctor’s eyes.
The rush. The fear.
I remember not breathing.
Praying.
Believing.
Then.
you.
A small squeal
Then a loud cry
My walls came down.
Hard.
Fast.
They placed you
on my chest,
skin to skin,
heart to heart.
And in that moment,
the world stood still.
No doctors, no monitors.
Just you.
You didn’t know my name.
But you knew me.
I had never met you.
Yet I knew you.
Strangers
And yet so much more.
You blinked.
I wept.
The room was quiet
except for new love
learning how to breathe.
About the Creator
Emilie Turner
I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!
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Comments (1)
Omggg, I'm so relieved that both of you are okay. Loved your poem!