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Miracle from Shadows
Miracle from Shadow
I am fading
I am here
Then in shadows
I have lost all sense
Of time
Of space
Somewhere in the dark corners
Of my mind
There is a misty remembrance
I reach for it with wispy tendrils
Then there is pain
The pain brings light to the shadows
Lifting the cloaking darkness
With the light, comes the knowing
And the fear
The pain recedes, disappears
Only the fear remains
Strong and constant
A sound moves past the fear
Lessons it so slightly
The words that follow the sound
Send the fear flying into the sun
Leaving only glorious amazement
I turn my head to give reality to the words
As I drift now into the darkness
Those precious words make me smile
As I repeat them over and over in my mind
The baby is fine.
The baby is fine.
Authors Note: I wound up in the hospital just shy of my eighth month with convulsions and delirium from blood pressure that was off the charts. After my daughter was born, they gave me drugs to relax me and bring my blood pressure back in line. She spent some time in a warming unit in neonatal and I wrote this after regaining conciousness while waiting for them to bring her to me. Quite possibly still under the influence of some good drugs lol. Still, I have resisted the urge to change it over the years.
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I like it, although I struggle to understand it the same way I understand a man's poetry. I think people under estimate just how different men and women are, and how hard it is for one to understand the other. For instance, I think a man looks at the outside, at the idea behind the idea, whereas women look at the origin of the idea, of the person that created the idea. I don't know, but I'm trying to think like a woman and a man.
Either way, I enjoyed it. =D |
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Comment by: Anne - 2007-07-05 05:53
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I would not change a word of it Laura. It is your personal interpretation of your feelings at the time and how you felt . It is beautiful as it is
Wll done and I am glad that you and baby were ok after this as high blood pressure during pregnancy . ( pre_ eclampsia) can be very dangerous to mother and baby. I had this with my last two children . I am also a nurse. I am not a doctor but it sounded like pre-eclampsia to me.
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This is what I love about poetry-- multiple means of interpretation. I identified with this poem in quite a number of ways, but your personal note just strengthened it that much more for me. I think that it is perfect as it stands.
PS: I made a few changes to my poem, if you'd like to read or further your critique. I appreciate feedback, so thank you. :) |
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I wouldn't change a word! At first, I thought I would prefer punctuation, but do not add one period! This is gut wrenching, powerful as is!
I had to send my son into surgery multiple times. This reflects how I felt then: how you feel when you fear that your child will die.
This has to go on my bookshelf! |
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Comment by: - 2007-07-04 00:16
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| Wow, this is heart-felt. I can just feel the fear, pain, and then relief that you must have felt. Good job. :) |
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