Miscarriage

 Miscarriage is the only time you experience death and people expect you to just get over it.

Back to work.
Back to routine.
Back to taking care of your other children.
All while grieving the one you lost.

No flowers. No funeral. No space to fall apart.
Just quiet tears in the shower, pretending you’re okay when you’re not.
The world keeps moving, but you’re standing still caught between what was and what should have been.

If this was you, I see you.
You’re not dramatic. You’re not weak.
You’re a mother who loved deeply.
And that love doesn’t end just because the world pretends it should.