Those Days

The days when we struggle... struggle to make sense of it all... struggle to accept that one of our precious babes is no longer with us... struggle to see the good... the positives.... the hope....

Those days when we ache... ache for the weight of our baby in our arms... ache to feel the jabbing kicks one more time... ache to smell their smell again... ache to kiss them... ache to have them back....

Those days when we fail to see light.... when the darkness seems too powerful... when the silence is too deafening....

Those days when the horrific, unthinkable memories emerge... rear it's ugly, dead baby, head... when the guilt brings you to your knees... unable to breathe... unable to think...

Those days.... those days... they have to happen....

Those days we have to bare

Those days we must face

Those days make way for the brighter days

Those days lead us to a path of gentle healing

Those days will always exist

Those days will always co-mingle with the new found joy

Those days knock you down, sometimes much further then you wish

Those days are a cruel reminder of your reality, your new normal

Those days....