The Glass Wall | A Poem About Miscarriage
Written for the soul we loved with our whole hearts, but never got to meet.
We waited at the Glass Wall.
Searching through the shifting darkness
until we found you
shaping our imaginations.
We waited at the Glass Wall.
Barriers melting as our hearts raced together
through time
for the first time.
We waited at the Glass Wall.
But you couldn’t say hello.
Your silence.
Our silence.
Unwillingly etched in time.
This poem is now being translated into a short film “The Sound a Soul Makes”, a heartfelt story told through the universal language of music and dance.
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