As I hold onto the light
It is harder than it might
Be for me to steady my sight
When I am all affright
And thinking the world is shite
Wanting my life to be alright
Like flying high as a kite
Hoping the clouds do not bite
I am ready for the fight
I do not fear the height
Bleeding energy eschewing the night
Wallowing in my plight
Still, my chest is a little tight
And yet, I still write

Light is another poem that I wrote while trying to make sense of our miscarriages. I was trying to put on a brave face but not really succeeding. Light is an attempt to analyze the feeling of wearing a brave mask when inside everything felt like mush. I spent a lot of time wishing I could ignore the pain that I felt, but not being able to do so. The last line speaks to a grudging resolve to continue marching forward, no matter what I felt. While I wanted to give up and just let myself wallow, I kept moving forward, because that was the only thing I knew to do.