Tavinder Kaur New
Business as usual is a string of the day-to-day. But the river flows of grief and pain. Squeezing the soul, the eyes, and the inside out but the slogan is business as usual. A star in the sky has now become a point of what was lost and is lost but for you disenfranchised.
It is no longer possible to become a mother with false sympathy because of the verdict that you didn't do enough or didn't try hard enough. So gravel on rhetoric given as you try to go forward with no actual empathy provided.
Pitter-patter carry on as you go because it is business as usual for you to hold this pain and reality within your heart as for you they are not in the stars but remain with you forever.
Business as usual is a string of the day-to-day. But the river flows of grief and pain. Squeezing the self, the past, and the identity but the slogan is business as usual. Children play, buggies pass by, and a baby wails constant reminders of what might have been, should have been, and what could have been.
A star in the sky has now become a point of what was lost and is lost but for you disenfranchised but remains with you every day.
It is no longer possible to become a mother so what now? A future unknown, the path to walk a different way because it is business as usual for you it is simply this away and no other.
