The Diagnosis
Here it comes
What was meant to be.
This is it.
The moment my life splits in two
One half unknown to the other.
Mother.
Do you want to tell her the good news?
You are pregnant.
Now I sit
Watching parted lips talk to me without sound
In my own head screaming.
Boy with blue eyes
Far away eyes
Clings to my shaking body.
He wants to go home, yet he cannot say.
I know his fear.
~Darkling Plain, Aug. 24, 2006
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