Having said I was in a writing group but not submitting, I then found myself posting a poem after all. Funny how things work out like that.
The prompt was about writing a letter - I was astonished at the number of women who wrote to their miscarried children. It's an experience that is explained away by statistics: the miscarriage rate for women over 35 is 25%, and for women over 40, one in three pregnancies won't make it to full term. So, yeah, pretty much anyone has been through this experience and it's supposed to be like getting a flat tyre or being gazumped. A bit of a pisser at the time, but hey that could happen to anyone, move on, get over it.
it struck me that there a lot of women pretending to be ok.
I've written about this before, although I don't really talk about it - no-one does, do they? Didn't that happen ages ago? Haven't you got two beautiful children now? Do you think it helps to keep on thinking about it? What an awkward topic. It will make everyone feel uncomfortable. Keep calm and carry on.
I'm going to lose the last stanza, which is fitting since a 33% loss is in line with my age group. But now it is floating about like a spirit without a resting place, so I'm going to let it anchor here in the clean white empty space.
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