To My Unborn Child


The only photos I have when I was pregnant were taken in Samoa at Matareva Beach.


I run wildly in this forest of deception, never halting, bleeding endlessly as I search for your beating heart.  I am cloaked in the mirage of your beauty.  I look for you amongst the trees, beyond the horizon and in the distance I see your smile.  The purity of your essence, now lost, captivates me, paralyses me and I can no longer run.  I am unashamed of my yearning for you to return to my womb.  I succumb to this melancholy as it covers me in the torn remnants of your love.

Curly Miri © 2014

Love & Laughter,
Curly Miri