My Seed Poem by Anasha Greham

Mourning the loss of that special thing you hold inside physically and jointly connected by God only to find you standing alone.
As I face the hurt of my loss, dreaming of a second chance wondering if, I done my all.
Holding back tears only to be shed when I’m alone trying to recover from hurt but continues to reminisce of the happiness felt, the emotions overwhelming with excitement, now trying to make a new start hoping to leave all distress behind but now, the excitement has vanished and reality is present.