What the body goes through.
What the vagina goes through.
Heck, we don’t even use that word without cringing.
For weeks.
I have been seeking.
Love.
Solace.
Someone listen to me.
Someone cradle me.
Someone feel this pain that I feel.
Someone.
And I didn’t know it.
I sought it emotionally.
I sought it physically.
And slowly, slowly, conversation after conversation,
Some form of healing begins.
X
K
Note: I wrote this a long time ago. It was one of the first time we’d had sex after the miscarriage and I was in tears. In the middle of it all. And I couldn’t find the words to write “sex”. But I feel that. It is important. For us to know. Our skin feels things. Not just our mind. Like a knee hurts when we fall. A lower back hurts when we lift too heavy. Perhaps, a vagina hurts when it looses a baby. And maybe, we need to find the words to express these things. Because those words, as inappropriate or even as indecent as they seem, as so important. To express. X
Let me know your thoughts on this one.