This last month, I've been increasingly worried that I was pregnant. I had some obvious warning signs, but I was trying to ignore it and didn't want to take a test. Last night, I believe I had a miscarriage. I'm not going to go into details or anything, but I'm really shaken up over it. I don't know if I should be relieved (I'm young!), sad, or what. I'm embarrassed, and I don't know who to talk to about this. Your words are beautiful, and I guess I'm just looking for some comfort.

You should not at all be embarrassed. Having a miscarriage is nothing to be ashamed of; it wasn’t your fault. I’ve written a few poems about miscarriage, three of them being these:

http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com/post/42798049646/la-moitie-de-moi-est-absente

http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com/post/41920394021/the-unborn-child

http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com/post/41991397965/a-priest-walks-into-a-bar

And while they are not particularly happy poems, I hope they might give you a small bit of comfort, or at least let you know that you’re not alone. xo