The Lost Bairn

Warm welcome to everyone on this blog, once again. I have been thinking of posting this one since a week now, but it needed a lot of corrections and modifications. Hence, the delay. 

Context- 

Anyways, moving forward to the piece I am sharing today, It's about 'The Lost Bairn' which means the lost baby. I wanted to write about depression, halfway through the writing process, I realized that I didn't put up a reason for the misery, and it felt a bit incomplete. So, I made up a story of a woman who lost her baby in her womb because she had a life threatening disease, which is the sole cause of her depression. On top of that, she regrets her loss and feels jealous of her friends who were able to concieve and now have a happy family. In her opinion, her friends seem to be so busy in their lives that they can't sense her grief. Hence, the woman is drowning in the sea of unhappiness, regrets, and pain. 

Go ahead, read this piece. Let me know if you have any thoughts regarding it. 

   Illustration via pinterest. 

                      I did a little bit of editing. 

The Lost Bairn

I see everyone,
enjoying,
partying.
While I can’t gather,
the courage to
get out of my bed these days.

Everyone seems to be happy,
sharing their happiness,
with the others.
While I can't find
a reason to smile these days.

I see my friends who,
cry and share their pain with me.
While my eyes have been seared for years.

Since the day I lost the bairn in my bosom,
who was supposed to make my life better,
who was supposed to be the reason of my mortal.

Oh why,
they do not seem  
to notice the pain in my eyes,

Maybe because,
they are too busy in their lives
that they don't bother to listen to my muffled cries for help?

Or,
Is it true that,
maybe because they are just too ignorant
to sense my grief?
To sense,
how I flinch
at the sight of their little ones.
How I shrink,
into a foetal position
and cry myself to sleep,
when they rebuke the kids.
How it hurts,
to know that I can never have one
of my own,
because,
this deadly disease is eating me up,
slowly,
and gradually.

They don't seem to care,
however,
I still believe that,
it can't be really true.

-Some Fries, Some Poetry