I scream
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This week’s post is from guest writer, Laura Former. Laura is mom to three babies. This poem was written after her middle daughter, Naomi Irene, was stillborn at 38 weeks in 2018. The days are better now, but sometimes she still needs to scream.
I scream to fill the quiet of a night without your cries.
I scream from the pain in my overflowing breasts.
I scream as I bleed.
I scream at a hospital bill for naught.
I scream at your big brother for things that aren’t his fault.
I scream “I’m fine” at all the well-intentioned questions.
I scream at the knot that so unfairly tightened.
I scream at other babies.
I scream at my flapping, empty stomach.
I scream to fill the emptiness of my heart.
I scream in silence while the house sleeps.
I scream at the clock for moving too slowly.
I scream your name so the world knows it.
I scream, and I scream, and I scream.
What do you scream at, about, for?