Stephanie Joy Phillips

C heated of an unborn dream
H atred piled high on myself
I nternally combusting day after day
L oss so extreme I lose myself
D eath of my loved ones I’d not yet met
L oss of a life I’d not yet begun
E ating for comfort, gave no comfort at all
S elf criticism rife
S elf loathing intensified

“H e is unlikely to get you pregnant
E ven if he did, you’re highly unlikely to carry full term, so…”
A sentence left open and drifting on the air
L ooking away as you broke the news
T alking to us like your words meant nothing
H ead down and connecting to the floor rather than meeting our eyes

C ompassion never entered that hospital room
A ll our dreams dismissed within your words
R esignation as we walked away
E mpathy eternally outside your comprehension