She’s Back — Poem Submission

TW: This poem reflects on miscarriage, birth, birth trauma, and healing. Please read with care and kindness to yourself.

 

She’s Back

I once whispered to her, soft and low,

“Are you still there? Will you ever glow?”

She ached, she hid, she turned away,

Lost in the echoes of yesterday.

The wanting was strong, a longing so deep,

But fear held me tight, stole my sleep.

My body — betrayed, or so I had thought,

Yet she held the dream I desperately sought.

Six months to breathe, to soften, to mend,

To trust my body, to let her transcend.

And just like that, life took its place,

A tiny heartbeat, a sacred space.

She grew, she stretched, she bore the pain,

She carried love, through loss and gain.

Birth was a storm, wild and fierce,

Leaving behind wounds I feared too pierced.

Sixteen weeks recovery — long and slow,

Each day wondering, Will she ever flow?

Was she broken, was she gone?

Could she ever feel “normal” again, ever be strong?

With time, with trust, with hands so kind,

A Jade egg whispered, You’re still divine.

The Lulu wand traced paths long untold,

Melting the stories my fears still hold.

And then, the Rose Curve — the final piece,

A tender touch, a sigh, release.

She woke, she hummed, she called my name,

A spark, a pulse, a burning flame.

Now she dances, lush and free,

No longer bound, no longer meek.

And in my arms, the greatest gift,

The love my heart so longed to lift.

Each day I thank her, soft and sweet,

For all she held, for all she keeps.

My yoni — whole, my body — mine,

She’s back, she’s juicy, she’s feeling alive.