Hey, you, I can see you pacing
Feeling your world is beginning to crumble
Pulse is racing
Worried about how to stop turning into a pile of rumble

Please now sit still
Unclog your ears
Anxieties are making you ill
I have a message to you that you need to hear

You have been spending much time spiraling
Dancing to the rhythm of teenage rues and blues
Obsessions over prospects of your future are only causing unnecessary fretting
Please listen to me, I’m you but a little older and wiser

Honey, you are standing in the mirror
And pinching at your skin
Wondering if one day you will stop wishing to be thinner
One day you wake up heavier and realize that’s when your life begins

The body you keep abusing
Will undergo more battles that are not your fault
Simmer down all the silent shaming
You’ll need the extra strength to fight the wounds yet to come that are sealed in the vault

Everyone thinks you have it all together
To the outsiders, you are smiley and happy
Only you know you are holding on by a tether
Accept that is ok to feel crappy

Yes, I know it is hard to find a way to see the meaning
On why that boy that promised you forever and more
Left you with your heart-shattering
In microscopic pieces all over the floor

Right now, it feels as if your world is ending
All you want is him back
And you will get what you have been yearning
Only realized the roses had turned black

There will be more boys
Who will eventually turn into men
Some may play with like toys
And others will make you feel born again

Right now, I seem like a delusion
Of an older adult giving you unsolicited advice
Part of some sort of collusion
To control the story of your life

I cannot answer all your questions
Of whom, when, what, and how?
All I can offer is a suggestion
You aren’t supposed to know all those answers yet

Experiences will come and they will go
Some will be remarkable
Many will come with a big blow
It is up to you to keep your sparkle

Put those worries aside
Every single mistake, regret, and stinge of pain
Will eventually just become wounds you’ve been able to bind
Sunshine always follows the rain

Today, start to practice self-love
In lieu of hate because you are wasting your time
You will become a woman with the peace of a dove
And trust me, trust me you are going to be just fine.

Dear Daisy,

I anticipate your stems sprouting from the ground every spring, and I can feel you again. When summer approaches, your petals will showcase their beauty in the sunlight. I will close my eyes and take a deep breath, and for a moment, you are here in my arms. I imagine your bright blue eyes mirroring mine. Your smile is the brightest star in the sky. Your laugh roars, filling the earth with glee as you play with the other neighbor kids in nature. It is easy to get lost in the daydream.

Before you, I was giving my body away to men who didn’t deserve it. Drowning underneath insecurities and self-loathing, allowing myself to be treated as a piece of property that could be used and abused by men. Convincing myself that I wasn’t worth love, I kept telling myself that this was how I wanted to feel: worthless and nothing.

My period did not come. I kept telling myself, no, it isn’t possible. I was in denial. Adults have a superpower of lying to themselves, so incredibly powerful that they believe it until they can no longer outrun it. The truth will always rear its head, and it’s heartbreaking.

That morning in June, I awoke with intense cramps. I convinced my twenty-six-year-old self that my period was coming… three months late. Treating it as a typical day, I went to work. As I was Chatting with my coworkers, one of them being your father, about planning a fun night out, I felt a cramp, and a gush of blood erupted flowing outside of me. I ran to the third stall in the bathroom, and I saw it. I could no longer deny what was happening. I was losing you, Daisy.

Turning back into a childhood state of mind, I called my mother, and she rushed me to the hospital. Blood was seeping me through like a waterfall. When they came to tell me I was losing you, my heart tore in such a way that I am still unable to put into direct words. I hadn’t even developed the courage to tell your father you were coming; now I would have to say to him you were gone just as quickly as I accepted you were alive.

He was kind enough, but wasn’t the emotional support I needed then. He didn’t understand why I changed and didn’t want to be a “coworker with benefits anymore.” He got upset with me when I wouldn’t fulfill his desires, even though the doctors told me it wasn’t safe for me to do until I stopped bleeding. I did not want to be an object of his desire anymore.

I bled from June to August. Part of me didn’t want to stop bleeding because that would mean you were truly gone. I wanted even those parts of you to stay. The day the blood stopped, I put my hand on my empty womb and wept. It was two days past my twenty-seventh birthday.

I had spent most of my life avoiding any feelings of vulnerability. Losing you was the first time I felt every emotion in my body: sadness, anger, regret, and eventually relief. The truth is, Daisy, I wasn’t ready for you, and I will never know if that could’ve changed in time for your arrival. Granting myself to succumb to my emotions took me from a shell, and I embraced the complete existence of myself as a person and a woman.

After hours of self-reflection, I realized I was not stuck with anyone. Cutting the ties, I focused on building myself as a strong and confident woman. I promised myself never to give my body away until I could say to myself, “I love you.” Somehow, I got there. I felt the wind hit my face, and you said, “You got this, Mommy.”

Experiencing a miscarriage has given me unwavering strength to tackle obstacles that dare come my way. I am intelligent, I am kind, I am important. I am grateful for every ounce of pain and emptiness I felt in my body. Never again will I throw my feelings into a drawer and pretend they aren’t there. I can articulate when I am hurting and ask for support from people around me. The experience made me a whole person, not the robot society deems the most acceptable. My strengths and weaknesses make me whole, just the way I am. And Daisy, that is the most freeing feeling anyone can be. Through you, I discovered how to love myself.

You are the world, Daisy. I never gave you a name. I planted the prettiest seed to remember you, and will continue to bloom for you and me.

I Love You Always,

Your Mom