By Gina Carmen Turley

I wanted you to taste my life like I tasted yours.
The thought of your vibration sent music to my steps.
You and me and all of the family that waited for you-inside you were already mine.
Inside you were only a spirit.
Inside me- connection to spirit.

Baby Baby, where did you go?
Why did the blood spell out the failure of my body?
Was it my past?
Was it the hormones trapped in chemicals, torn with age, mixed up with emotions?
Who made this decision?
Was it DNA?
Was it God?
Was it my unconscious or was it his?

Do not leave me precious little…
Again, I try.
Again Blood drips from my uterus spilling the naked truth.
Again, I try.
Again, Blood drips from my inside, ripping my heart-leftover garbage- strips broken heart left scarred.
Again, I try.
Death before the birth.
Again, I try.
It isn’t me.
I can heal.
My body may come with me and celebrate another birth or not.

Tears may come and tears may go.
nature has a way of telling us.
We are okay.
nature has a way of telling us.
Love heals.
nature has a way of telling us.
We are special.

May I feel your spirit in mine little precious.
Dancing on Earth or dancing in Heaven.
Today or tomorrow.

naturally.