In the quiet of the night, she wept alone, Her heart ached with losses, her soul turned to stone. Miscarriages stole her dreams, left her in despair, A loveless woman, burdened by a fate unfair.
Her days were shadows, her nights filled with tears, Haunted by memories, consumed by fears. Unstable and broken, she wandered through pain, Seeking solace in a world that felt in vain.
But one morning, as the sun kissed the sky, She woke with a clarity, a reason to try. She realized her worth, beyond motherhood's call, That life must go on, despite the fall.
She embraced her journey, with courage anew, Found happiness within, as her strength grew. No longer defined by the children she lost, She chose to live fully, no matter the cost.
Her heart still bore scars, but she learned to heal, Found joy in the present, a love that was real. For life is a gift, even in sorrow's embrace, And she vowed to move forward, with grace.
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