Silent Echoes: Two year hysterectomy Grief Poem

” I never heard you, but I feel you. you never spoke, but i feel you. i never knew you, but i love you.”

– the orphan

In the quiet echoes of my heart, I carry the burden of an illusory choice that unfolded within the sterile walls of an operating room.

Though you’ve never gazed into my eyes, the yearning to cradle you lingers in the silent spaces between my thoughts.

The surgeon’s hands sculpted a path diverging from the dreams I once cradled so tenderly.

Every stitch etched a tale of sacrifice, and as the days pass, the wound of an untaken journey deepens.

In this unwelcome solitude, the absence of your laughter is a symphony of loss, a haunting refrain that reverberates within the chambers of my soul.

Today, December 8th, as the calendar marks the solemn anniversary, I attempt to articulate the agony that courses through veins no longer attuned to the rhythm of creation.

My arms, once poised for the dance of motherhood, now ache with an emptiness only those who have embraced this involuntary farewell can fathom.

Yet, within this labyrinth of grief, I embark on the map of acceptance.

The dreams of motherhood, once vivid and promising, now cast shadows upon the canvas of what could have been.

The permanence of this metamorphosis leaves me navigating through the labyrinthine corridors of understanding, grappling with the absence of a future I envisioned.

Today is a milestone, a poignant marker of resilience. As I etch these words onto the parchment of my experience, I acknowledge the pain and celebrate the strength that accompanies this unchosen path.

In the fragments of shattered dreams, I find the mosaic of a different kind of bravery, a quiet triumph in embracing a narrative rewritten by circumstance.

The grief is real, the scars run deep, but within the symphony of loss, there emerges a melody of resilience — a testament to the indomitable spirit that endures, seeking solace in the bittersweet harmony of what remains.

~ the disabled mermaid ~