When Everything Is Still

The name of a child seemed
miniscule at the time when fresh rooms
were being painted, and from everywhere,
a small dance could be touched
near dawn.

But what happens when he is yours-
and life is at its most daunting day...
When there are no passed down lullabies
that can soothe the fear escaping from
your womb.

A never seen breath not able to breathe
hope through its growing lungs
and warn the world that all color will
vanish
in a second's blink,
and all will watch its lifeless heart lay
red, and remember the warmth a pulse
would carry like the sun.

Because when night reels in my
restlessness,
I no longer hear mourning.

Everyone and everything around
are slaves of time,
and my baby cannot move on
to more memories of
life.

For it's only his name,
his angel blessing name,
that I cling to when my soul
feels frozen and impassable...
It's only him that I cry for anymore,
screaming in hung terror
I know will never again be

still.

Written 7/5/12 dedicated to someone I know who had a still birth. God bless all mothers and children who have gone through this tragedy.